Starglow Basin Walk of Shame

saya watched him from the shadows, her pale fur catching faint glimmers of light as she leaned into the curve of a tree. the way arslan strutted was almost comical—no, not almost, it was. there was a certain arrogance in the tilt of his head, the swing of his step. and then she caught it, the scent rolling off him like smoke.

she smirked, pushing herself into his path with languid ease. well, well, arslan, her voice purred, dripping with mischief. you’ve been busy, haven’t you? she circled him slowly, her eyes sharp, predatory, drinking in the scent and the smugness he wore like a crown. who’s the lucky one? or should i say... unlucky?

her laugh was soft, teasing, as she leaned just a touch too close, her breath warm. what’s got you smelling like that? didn’t have the decency to clean up, or is this your new cologne? she sniffed exaggeratedly, mock-serious. a bit... overdone, don’t you think?

she paused, her head tilting, waiting to see if he’d squirm or play along. either way, she was entertained.