The man brushed an arm against her forearm in reassurance, and she had to suppress her desire to flinch away from the man's touch. It was far too comforting for her, and she was not used to men fawning over her in a protective manner. Granted, it had happened but she always had the power to easily laugh them away and remove them from her domicile. Here, she played a dangerous game with a a man who did not know the extent of her distaste for the male nature. To keep her cover, the woman winced, keeping the rest of her body as still as it was before. "That sounds terrible. What an ugly death," she said, wrinkling her nose at the thought. This charade was going beyond her level of skill; she rarely had to pretend to be anyone different than what she really was. But she kept it up, risking blowing her cover. "But better than eaten by bear, yes?" she said with a timid smile, though inside she was nothing but timid.
Isabella did not know what the man was like, nor did she know what he thought of a woman in her trade. She did not know if he would happily trade her body for more animals or if he would pushed her away and thank her for her custom. Cautiously, she chose to test the waters of the suggestion. If he did nothing and did not offer, she might pull away and leave for the quiet of her sanctuary. If he did accept, she would happily trade for more. But he was a handsome creature, so perhaps it could even be an interesting coupling regardless. Sirius was not her only customer, and she missed having variety.
Lowering her eyes, the woman feigned embarrassment, keeping her bi-colored eyes on the cuts. "But you're hurt, because of me. If I had not picked a rooster, you would not have been hurt," she said quietly, gently touching the area just next to the blood. Coquettishly, she raised her eyes to peer at him, keeping her muzzle lower. "Vasiliy is not so little, but it must hurt."
Photo courtesy of john curley. Table by Kitty.
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