Hideaway Strath stood on it to make him stop

When he notices her, she steps shyly out into the open, ears pinning almost nervously to her skull. Ah, no- nothing at all, Mister. Forgive me if I disturbed you, She offered, feeling some nervousness in her stomach again, talking to a strange man. She gulped down a rock in her throat. My name is Chanel Vasselli, darling. What's yours? The woman wonders, allowing a polite smile to trace her features in something feminine and neat.