pussycat, pussycat, where have you been?

Face of a saint. Lips of a sinner

Turning her gaze even more upward, Lily beams and then shivers, inhaling softly and exhaling with an audible sigh. “Mhmmmm.” Leaning back and seeming to arch her back a little, thrusting her breasts towards the herald, she wonders briefly what Sunjata would think of this kind of encounter. “I’d like to attune,” she murmurs dreamily, allowing the desire to invade every part of her eager body.

She'd like to be something more.