Sun Mote Copse We climbed the Golden Gate Bridge just to watch the stars collide

there was not a show of surprise on corinna's face, but she felt it. the only change in expression fell in a quirk of her lip into a small smirk, her tail swinging twice to show her pleasure in the offer. "you are generous, miss wildfire," corinna said with a dip of her head. a swing of a single golden ear and a cock of her pointed face and corinna was now ready to negotiate-- if you could call it that, wildfire seemed so willing. "i will not take advantage of your kindness." and she would not-- to do such to such a lady would be a crime against femininity, and the moreau way was not such. 

"can i share with you my talents? they are at your disposal now," she offered with a gentle twitch of her nose.