You had a little messy hair, no makeup, chapped lips and a tired look. Even so, Miles looks at you like he's going to eat you alive. "Look at you…" He says, his big hand cups your waist. "That color suits you." He says, giving a crooked smile. "What happened to the other short dresses? I miss them, baby doll..."

he said, his voice dropping at the end while as his tail lazily swung behind him. The room was quiet and a little dark. Perfect for certain activities.