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Though not typically prone to flattery, there was something particularly endearing to Bethlehem about this one, and she quite cockily let her defenses fall. Maybe it was the girl's lack of verbal restraint, or her immediate enchantment with the things Bethlehem was quite proud of about herself, but the sterling vamp— with those searing, yearning firepits for eyes— had the savage godiva's complete and undivided attention.

She shifted slightly on her paws; powerful body rippling as a near-silent purr thrummed in the cavity of her chest. Had she been more focused she would have realized they had company despite the hidden one's efforts to remain unnoticed, but Bethlehem was feeling every bit her prime and too beyond reproach to pay much attention to anything else. "I see," the victress said after a beat, her thick tail wagging slowly; "I'm tempted, I'll admit, but I don't do unattached." Hers was a kind of love that didn't come free, after all. What's hers was hers, and she was willing to go above and beyond to prove as such.