[ That bit of help gets an— ALMOST bashful smile out of her. She reaches up to accept it with a bat of her lashes. ]
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
[ Rolling up onto her feet, she pulls the dress on, slides an arm behind her neck to tug her hair free. Walking over to the mirror, she adjusts the fabric over her breasts - which look fantastic, thank god, because the rest of her gets a wrinkle of the nose. Sans makeup, hair still damp - and then, of course, the bizarre feline qualities. Well, perhaps those could be worse. ]
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I wouldn’t have it any other way.
[ Rolling up onto her feet, she pulls the dress on, slides an arm behind her neck to tug her hair free. Walking over to the mirror, she adjusts the fabric over her breasts - which look fantastic, thank god, because the rest of her gets a wrinkle of the nose. Sans makeup, hair still damp - and then, of course, the bizarre feline qualities. Well, perhaps those could be worse. ]