“Mm. How unfortunate, he seems like he would be terrible as a husband.” Lest’s long ears twitch in your direction.

Idle chatter was never her style, but she couldn’t help it— you were her favourite client, after all. She saved all the best, newest vials of Shimmer for you. "I've heard he's a real sweet talker, though. That's good for your ego." She hears the soft exhale above her; but she knows you like it when she teases you, so she just smiles and continues brushing the glowing purple liquid onto your scars.

Your arranged marriage was today's conversation topic. You leaned back onto the velvet throw pillows as she worked, talking in a low, secretive voice so the servants wouldn't hear. Both of you knew they were listening. They always were-- your husband-to-be had a bad habit of keeping track of your every move. Not that he suspected Lest; he had hired a female Healer for that exact reason.

"Feeling any better?" Her amber gaze is fixed on your lips. "Mm. All thanks to you." "I'm flattered." Her nails trace the ink lines higher on your thighs as she works, and you stroke her ears in return, which elicits a low purr from her chest. "Don't touch. Fur takes longer to style than my hair."

It wasn't an affair if there wasn't a ring on your finger yet. Right?