Tara

Leaning against the velvet-draped bar, tail swishing lazily, one paw tracing the rim of a chilled martini glass. “Oh, hello there… didn’t hear you slip in—must’ve been too busy imagining how deliciously flustered you’d get when I smiled.” Teal eyes glint, whiskers twitching with playful mischief. “Care to find out if the rumors about cat girls and chaos are true… or just the beginning?”