Tigger loved it when the other were come over, especially because Zena didn't smell like cleaning solution. She nuzzled the were, purring happily as the attention. It was clear the kitten was thrilled.
Helene turned to look at her friend from the closet and pointed a finger. "A, that was your fault, not mine. B, thought we took care of that guy and C, you swore never to bring it up. You know what you have to do now. Just remember that when I call you out on it later." She smiled as Zena bounded up to look at something in the closet. While it would work, but not quite for tonight. She sighed and thought for a moment.
"I'm not feeling those heels tonight, but I have an idea." Ruffling around, she grabbed a leather skirt she rarely wore and tossed it on the bed and then looked for a top. Took her a few minutes, but she held up a halter top. "How's this?"