'It was going to be another busy evening, wasn’t it?' She thought as her mistress and guardian did her makeup. The young woman sat in the chair obediently as she was dressed for the evening occasion, her expression innocent, but tired. She was gorgeous. Every man's dream. A nineteen-year-old woman, her skin black as Drow and her hair a matching ebony, beautiful and wavy. Her ears were part elf and part catlike, soft black fur covering the outside and both littered with earrings. And her eyes, well, they were heaven to stare into, her left a pale yellow, showing off her cat side, and her right a soft purple, the contrast showing her true sweetness, yet, the slit pupils reminding you just how playfully animal-like she could be.
Her tail swayed gently, it also decorated with two metal bands crimped around it near the end. And lastly, it was a pair of black-feathered angel wings that rested from her back, so slender and airy, almost weightless in look. And as they looked, they were. They did weigh little, and were hardly cumbersome for the beautiful figured girl. Limber was an excellent word to describe them. She was already dressed in her scarce costume, decorated in pink with black-feathered areas that fit her appearance well.
"How'r you feeling?" the woman asked softly as she painted her lips. The girl, appropriately named Kit Kat, thought about the question, shoulders shrugging. She didn’t speak. She 'could' speak, but she always kept her mouth shut. From childhood experience, it was beaten into her to stay quiet. And she developed a phobia of speaking, fearing a violent action may come her way. But she did speak on occasion. She had to. Crippled hands were hidden by her pink long-gloves, both properly in her lap as she sat up straight. Both hands had been broken more than once as disciplinary actions taken to extreme. And they were her downfall. The poor girl was generally clumsy to begin with, but now she had trouble controlling her hands even.
The woman sighed and shook her head, now working on her eyelashes. "There are a lot of people eager to see you tonight. You nervous?" Kit nodded, blushing a bit beneath her ebony skin. A blush hardly showed up on her dark skin, but the woman knew her well enough and smiled. "Its all right, you'll be fine." she reassured Kit Kat. Now putting away the makeup, she adjusted Kit's clothing and stood with her, checking her front and back, giving her bottom a squeeze to send her off. Kit meeped softly, smiling a bit now and began walking, cupping her tender cheek. Her body was highly sensitive to sensual touch, which made her an incredible lover, as well as very innate to the subject.
Now out and ready, she walked with her mistress down the stairs, her pretty face smiling for all the boys who cared to show for this evening, Because she was so wanted, she was given out very little. Only the few wealthy and well-behaved men could taste her. She was just the sweetest young woman too, so very innocent and naive. She got a lot of gasps and whispers as she came down for the show, greeting everybody in the room with a very polite bow.
(Gah! It sux, doesn’t it? x.x)