Post by Ry on Aug 11, 2008 3:25:12 GMT -5
Souris smiled, shoulders rising and falling in a slight shrug, as she wound her soft furred tail about Lucio, snuggling easily into the lithe length. Turning, she lifted her cheek to his lick, even as she dug her claws into his fur, punishing, but still stopping short of skin.
"Nothing," she purred, against his neck,"Nothing at all." She answered, her mind reverting to his prior question. "I'm merely off to the Boudoir." She smirked, as she named the established couture house she preferred, one of the few in the Capitol. The couturier was difficult to rival, whether for haute couture, or prêt-à-porter. In fact, M. Vasser was one of the very few who could equal or surpass those of the Gardens. And that would account for her distraction quite nicely. "Disappointed?"
He might be. A simple clothes commission would scarcely be the same as any of his suggestions. At the same time, knowing M. Vasser, she could probably arrange to model something that would make the excursion as daring, as glamorous, as thrilling, and as romantic as he could possibly want.
"Nothing," she purred, against his neck,"Nothing at all." She answered, her mind reverting to his prior question. "I'm merely off to the Boudoir." She smirked, as she named the established couture house she preferred, one of the few in the Capitol. The couturier was difficult to rival, whether for haute couture, or prêt-à-porter. In fact, M. Vasser was one of the very few who could equal or surpass those of the Gardens. And that would account for her distraction quite nicely. "Disappointed?"
He might be. A simple clothes commission would scarcely be the same as any of his suggestions. At the same time, knowing M. Vasser, she could probably arrange to model something that would make the excursion as daring, as glamorous, as thrilling, and as romantic as he could possibly want.
