Lady_of_Roses
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*Sylvie jumps and mewls like....well....Like a startled cat. She'd figured she'd have time to breathe before he got here. Once she settles a bit a smile blossoms on her face to see Mage. Standing up she walks over to the table at a sedate pace, letting her hips sway as she walks, tail following the movement- knowing how sexy she looked, almost like she was stalking him. The scent of her arousal started to become aparent, a whiff of it here and there as she crossed the room again. At last reaching the table she paused and then looked up at Mage, innocence and trust clear in her eyes*
"What pose do you wish me in maître aimant?"
"What pose do you wish me in maître aimant?"