JUST ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT
09-29-2013, 09:46 PM
From the sky emerged a figure as dark as her own, a familiar face, one she remembered from her early days of pregnancy. Moon-colored gaze looked at the cat, brow raising as she observed him. He spoke to her in his tongue, and she was inclined to respond in that tongue. ?He dado a luz a mis cachorros, y ahora tengo que bajar de peso. Una se?ora mucho mantener su figura, despu?s de todo,? (I've birthed my whelps, and now I have to slim down. A lady must maintain her figure, after all) she informed him, taking a moment to stretch out. Perhaps it was a teasing gesture, demonstrating the feminine contours of her body, or at least that which was able to be seen beneath her long fur.
She eyed him afterwards, gazing his reaction to her subtle motions. Medusa was curious, amused, wondering what sort of man this creature was. Her gaze flickered over him momentarily, gauging his reactions, his responses, testing to see what he would do when she appeared to be check him out. ? ?Crees que he hecho bien?? (Do you think I?ve done well?) she asked him, turning to exhibit her side, and completing a motion by pausing with her rear facing him, her head looking over her shoulder. The temptress was nothing if not a tease, and a gentle smirk danced upon her face.