Lion Head Mesa fist & jaw

Khusobek glowers, a lecherous quality to it. She is thankless, careful to twist her body just enough to where she is turned away.
Women are no show for pig-nosed men.
No, not displeased, she corrects with a soothe, a swivel to her head as she attempts to meet the gaze of the wide-faced fellahin. I do not wish to command you, is all. I will not force your hand. at that, a small grin that could have been considered sheepish. The warmth of her face and wideness of her gaze is clear; blaringly obvious. Toula's sentiment of asking consent from fellahin is one Zaahira wishes to echo. But if you wish to continue, you are welcome to.
She settles back down, a paw coming out from the water to cover the side of her muzzle. How are you liking Akashingo thus far? I hear you are new. A look to Khusobek that says, play nice.