<blockquote><div><cite>Vendra wrote:</cite> "H…he…hey! Brady. Sorry I didn’t hear you come in. You didn’t miss anything I was just…erm he was just washing my back for a second, kitsune spit still on me and all." </div></blockquote><br/>"Kitsune... spit?" Brady asks, feigning ignorance. She puts on a quizzical expression, followed by an exaggerated pout as she says, in a mock scolding tone, "I knew it! You<span style="font-style: italic">were</span>starting without me!" She waggles a finger in Kahmori's direction, as if she were scolding a bad dog- which, in a sense, she is. A good kind of bad, but still.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"B-Brady... Nice... nice of you to join us."<br/><br/>"...Feel better now? Hmm-hmm. If you wanted help... You could have just asked."</div></blockquote><br/>"Well, I was able to finish up my inventory pretty quickly. I mean, I have a lot of practice... with... uh, that stuff." She blushes and turns away at Kahmori's tease, nearly losing what little composure she's collected since the bedroom. Dammit, how is that fox<span style="font-style: italic">doing</span>this to her? It's not like her to be the shy one in this kind of situation! With the kind of interest he's been displaying, she should be the one baiting him...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Alright Brady. Time to step up your game.</span><br/><br/>As her embarrassment abates, Brady puffs her chest up (quite literally) and turns back to Kahmori with a sly grin. "Oh, I'm feeling much better now that my equipment's checked." she says, "I'm used to doing it all on my own, but if you want to lend a set of hands, I'm sure I could find something for you to work on... "She pauses and leans over to examine the selection of oils again, giving her bathmates just the quickest glimpse of her bare sex before her tail curls in to obscure the view.<br/><br/>"Of course," she continues, "I'd have to watch you to make sure you don't get too rough. I saw the way you pack your bags... You'd probably just stuff everything in at once and MAKE it fit, wouldn't you? That poor little pack is going to burst if you keep trying that." Brady makes a disappointed tsk-tsking sound as she selects two jars and returns to Kahmori's side, placing one of the containers on the tub rim.<br/><br/>"Someone's got to teach you some finesse, one of these days," she says, uncapping the first jar- almost immediately, the air is filled with a pungent musk-and-spice odor. "In fact... maybe I should check help check<span style="font-style: italic">your</span>equipment first to show you how it's done. What do you think, big guy?" She  puntcuates her question by slapping the sets the jar lid into Kahmori's paw- it clearly reads<span style="font-weight: bold">"Warming Lotion"</span>in large bold letters.