"Oh I try leather, I do, as you can see," she raised her arms a little to show her leather jacket off a bit. She loved leather and when it was cut right it really suited her, and when it came to boots it couldn't be beat. "But he likes dresses and jewelry and manicures and hose and all that other stuff. He's sweet but his tastes run a little gendered in look and talk, at least when it comes to women as he's very metrosexual himself. I think he'd be more turned on to find me in 50's housewife mode, all dolled up and having done all the housework by the time he gets home. I do oblige him occasionally, but when we go all heterosexual I make sure he doesn't shave or bathe, just to make it evenly uncomfortable for him. Equality and all that." Roxy was still Roxy no matter what she was wearing. She could dress the part of the sweet society girl as often as Abel liked, but she still had a mouth filthy enough to make sailors blush and a right hook she let fly liberally. If he pushed her to dress that way too often she also had a frightening set of teeth she was happy enough to sink in to the few soft places on his body.
Her eyes widened, "Seventy? How big is your fucking wall? If you've got enough money for that and the wall to put it on why not just have a theater in your penthouse? I mean, if nothing else, porn would look epic. Especially if you had a 3D projector and surround sound and all that. Shit, if you want to know what the norms want to think about vampires just watch their vampire parody porn, that's hella informative." Not that she was a big fan of most porn really, most of it was more than a little unkind towards women or so she seemed to think. She didn't mind the lesbian stuff too much, the stuff that was made for lesbians, not that slick fake stuff made for men, but as a general rule she didn't watch porn that much anyway. She didn't need it, benefits of being part cat.
"Anyway," she pulled herself out of her little porn detour. "He's not a vegetarian, but he does prefer his meat cooked a little, he won't even do steak tartare. I'm sure he'll find something though, I've often told him he's too picky for his own good. I just hope you won't take offence if he has me sniff everything before he eats it, or if he gives it to me and doesn't eat much himself." Hopefully she wouldn't have to cover for him with anything else. She wasn't afraid of embarrassment, but she didn't want D'Arthur to have any reason to feel insulted.