Second Class; Theater - Smoking Room
Ears, soft and velvety black, twitched and perked forward to catch the clink of glasses, and golden eyes reflected solid circles in the low light. The cigar smoke made her nose twitch, but she ventured farther into the smoking room. It was not where she was meant to be, but that did not stop the sueded pads of her bare feet from carrying her forward.
She moved with the grace gifted by her costume, feminine body transformed by the addition of the feline - ears, curving tail, thicker skin upon fingertips and toes, nails that were curved to wicked points, and needleprick teeth behind her smirking lips. While the additions of tail and ears were sleek with midnight fur that matched the hair that spilled over her shoulders in a slick waterfall of black, the rest of her skin remained milk pale and human. It emerged from the tshirt that was nearly transparent with age and along long legs that were barely covered by the shorts she wore, tugged up just far enough to cling to her hips and let her tail curl free from the base of her spine.
Sharp nails trailed along the tops of seats, catching threads of the brocade covered furniture, as she slunk through the smoky shadows, headed for an alcove of bench and cushions. Going to hands and knees, she crawled into the embrace of the close space, tail high as she moved. She finally settled, lounging on one hip as she propped herself up with the cushions. Her eyes glinted again in the light, a feline queen of a small, smoky kingdom.