by Rhezha on Wed Aug 28, 2019 7:13 pm
Rhezha shivers a little at that title given to her, so demeaning yet so affectionate. Her nervousness remains though, accentuating her anticipation about what they might do together. Would she be asked to remove her dress? What would she say if she did? Shame fills her and it was almost as though she could feel that mark digging into her skin, fangs piercing her heart. She licks her lips, but when she glances up at the woman during that awkward silence, she finds herself frozen by the other woman's gaze, even breath catching in her throat. She gazes into those ebon pools, unable to tear her eyes away. Such strength and confidence lay in that gaze from the torian. It made her feel small, subservient, yet also filled her with a feeling of importance, belonging. It was still hard to believe that such a beautiful, powerful woman would take such an interest in her. Finally the spell is broken with the dark woman's words and Rhezha flinches, violet hues quickly cast down to the headmistress' desk, breath returning suddenly and a bit quicker than before. She struggles to regain her wits, chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing. She nods jerkily at the woman's words, checks aflame with flush. She swallows hard, eyes flicking towards the woman's hand as she taps out those ashes, longing for something to distract her mind from the nervousness she feels. When the shelf is mentioned, the feline turns to look at the shelf, nodding a little. "Yes, mist-" She cuts off, suddenly realizing what the woman meant by *all* belongings. Head ducks in embarrassment, heart pounding as she shivers with anticipation and nervousness. She swallows hard, looking over at the shelf again. She glances back at Anaya, almost making eye contact. But she knew what she had to do. What was expected of her.
Breathing hard, she takes several steps closer to the shelf, licking lips. She shrugs out of the straps of her pack, slinging it forward and onto the shelf. That was the easy part. First her tiara comes off, pulled off her head to let raven black hair fall down around her face. A single lock hangs between her eyes, over her nose. She passes a hand over her face, but it does little good, the rebel strands simply falling back over features. She had been growing her hair longer, relying on her circlet or tiara to keep it out of her face and she rarely took it off except to sleep. The black hair gives her an even more vulnerable look, as though she were trying to hide her face from the world behind those silken locks. She glances shyly back at Anaya with her tail twitching nervously. Hands move behind her back, untying the black bow that wound around her slender waist. With it released, her dress loosens around her, becoming shapeless as the folded silk unfurls. Another shudder then before she pulls the loop around her neck up and over her head. She holds it for a moment before dropping it, sucking in a breath as the silk slithers over her skin to pool at her feet. With her back turned towards Anaya, only her furred back and pale buttocks are visible, sleek tail nestled between firm rounded cheeks. The long appendage quickly curls around a lithe leg, a nervous and protective motion. Stepping out of the fallen dress, she stoops to pick it up, folding it hastily to be placed next to her pack. She shivers, now utterly naked. But she wasn't finished. Violet hues squeeze shut as her embarrassment peaks. But she didn't want to disappoint the headmistress if she found out the half-breed hadn't followed instructions. Swallowing hard, her feet splay a little on the floor, legs opening. A hand moves between her thighs, digits pushing between plump lips to feel the edge of an object inside her. She concentrates for a moment, pushing it out, legs quivering with sensation for a moment. She gasps as it slips out, sliding heavily into her waiting hand. She withdraws her hand from damp folds, holding a metallic egg, glistening with honey. She sets it on the shelf with a dull tap, her legs quickly closing once more.
Black and violet wings curl protectively around her shoulders, spreading across her front to hide her breasts and tummy, wingtips barely meeting at apex of legs to obscure puffy sex. She turns back around, eyes downcast. She licks her lips, not daring a glance at the torian. No matter how kind or accepting she was, not how safe her office was, Rhezha couldn't help but feel awkward being nude in this place with such a beautiful, elegant woman. She shuffles forward again, bare feet quiet on the floor. Besides her normal shyness, she wasn't sure how the torian would react to the sight of her completely uncovered...