Kemat was the type of woman who could look elegant and classy in her bare fur. Which was fortunate, for that was her current attire. Surveying the dress laid out upon the bed, she considered the offering. The sort of silky black with gold dress he'd chosen looked well on her, and the cut of it was certainly attractive. One might wonder how he had acquired such a thing, but with Abanaub, that was not much of a mystery.
"Very well," she purred, and made a show of slipping into the dress. She had already forgotten the discarded tatters of her old dress, as such things held little bearing for her. "Hayati... I will certainly remember your promise." As he knew. As he had known before he'd voiced it. With Kemat, the chances that she would select something pricy and of the highest quality were rather good. She twisted when he raked a claw down her side, pulling him down by the ornately decorated hair on either side of his face. Giving a low, playful growl, she bussed her lips against his in a light kiss.
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