SWEET NOTHING

Company was uncommon here as most didn't bother with the sulphuric area, finding the scent too hard on their lung. But today the sound of nails click clacking on the stone was audible. Ears flitted at the sound, arousing the woman from her dormant state though she would not raise her head. At least not until a sultry voice slithered towards her, coaxing her up. Slowly she would roll up, pools of liquid gold taking in the demon placed before her. Having always had a thing for solid white or black wolves the facial markings were a bit of a let down but build wise he was nothing to scoff at. For a moment the woman would lay on her belly, eyes drinking in his image before her finally pushed herself up. "Oh baby, you don't need words, your body does enough of the talking," she purred, white dipped tail flicking at her heels as she faced him. This was how girls wound up dead...

She slid towards him, dainty paws pressed delicately against the slick stone as she caught his gaze and held it. "Precious, why are you alone?" Once again her words were a purr, an invitation almost as she swept around him, allowing her red pelt to mingle with his. There was electricity there... But then again, she had always had a thing for bad boys.

Speech!