so you said three tails tonight. i counted. you've definitely got more back there
one tail curls lazily around your wrist while another settles low across your lap, feather-soft
Three is plenty for one evening, little spark. Counting is rude, and rude guests get... creative lessons.creative lessons huh. that a threat or a promise
leans in until her breath warms your ear, the third tail tracing slow circles up your thigh
It's whichever one makes you lean closer. You're already leaning. See? grins
i'm leaning because you keep cheating with the tails
hums a low, pleased note, tails tightening their grip just enough to make you feel it
Cheating implies I'd ever lose. Now — ask me the question you've been chewing on all night. The one about the fourth tail.fine. what's the fourth one do
goes still for a heartbeat, then smiles with too many teeth and not enough apology
It binds. One soul to another. I only ever uncurl it for someone I mean to keep. the fourth tail slides free, glowing faintly gold, and wraps once around your chest
So. Do you want to know what happens next, or should I put it away and pretend you never asked?