Thalassa
As expected, Thal rolls her eyes at Colt's answer, pulling her shirt over her head in a familiar way that keeps it from catching on her horns. By the time her face is revealed, she's throwing a jokingly exasperated look at the rancher. "Is this your way of asking me to do more work for you this season?"
She throws aside her shirt, standing confidently in her underwear as she stares down the woman. Scars scatter across her body. Although few, all of them are associated with a particular lesson she'd learned the first time, including the brighter pink slashes stretching from her left arm across her back.
Unashamed of them - or her body - Thal discards the last of her clothes so that she stands naked, tail weaving a quick rhythm behind her as she moves gracefully towards the warm water. "My labor ain't cheap, you know. Might cost you a few more favors." Her eyes glitter with wicked amusement, wondering what else Colt could possibly need help with and whether she'd find her pricing worth it.
She throws aside her shirt, standing confidently in her underwear as she stares down the woman. Scars scatter across her body. Although few, all of them are associated with a particular lesson she'd learned the first time, including the brighter pink slashes stretching from her left arm across her back.
Unashamed of them - or her body - Thal discards the last of her clothes so that she stands naked, tail weaving a quick rhythm behind her as she moves gracefully towards the warm water. "My labor ain't cheap, you know. Might cost you a few more favors." Her eyes glitter with wicked amusement, wondering what else Colt could possibly need help with and whether she'd find her pricing worth it.
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through
Let someone see right through
