Lattarya was still looking at the cat girl with her stern, protective stance, but as soon as her words hit the intruder girl, she saw true disappointment on her face, as her  ears also dropped. << I... I'm sorry, miss... i didn't meant to accuse you but... you see... i work here... *sigh* worked... here and i've never seen you around also... >> Lattarya fiddled with her hands <<Also...>> she coughed, as if something clogged her throat <<...also is my fault. I... i somewhat become overprotective even when there is not the reason. Please forgive me, miss>> the centauress finished by displaying a cute smile.<br/><br/><<*cough* But, please tell, miss... You said you are a photographer and sometimes even a writer... why do you come here?>> wondered the equine girl with a friendly tone <<...if you just got lost, the shop is just behind the corner... allow me to accompany you where you need, miss, is the least i can do.>> as Lattarya kindly spoke to the cat girl, oblivious to her, her large lactacting mammaries leaked their ivory fluid, slowly but continuously pouring its content against the rather thin, white cloth of her breastfeeding shirt, allowing her pink nipples to be seen trough...