Despite the threat of Holka's presence, Brady allowed herself a brief moment of distracting euphoria as the rush of metamorphosis slowly faded from her body. It was one of the many reasons she loved her discipline so much - the endorphin surge that came from a body-wide transformation was like nothing else in the world. Shivering in pleasure, she hugged her arms around herself and rocked gently in place, savoring the sensation...<br/><br/>Only to be have it cut short by the far less pleasant sensation of tiger claws jabbing her squarely in the sternum. The blow wasn't hard enough to do any real harm, but it was enough to jolt her out of her blissful reverie. Brady leaned over and glowered down at Holka, his hand still planted ineffectually between her breasts. From her angle of view and his panicked expression, it looked more like the feline been caught groping her than trying to attack.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Holka wrote:</cite>"...Uh. So. Let's talk about this..."</div></blockquote><br/>"Yes," Brady said humorlessly. "Let's."<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Brady spends an action point to roll her attack twice - 12 action points remaining.<br/><br/>Touch attack: 2d20 (8,17) + 3 = 20, success<br/><br/>Grapple check: 1d20 (1) + 16 = 17. Holka needs to roll 17 or better to avoid being grappled. (Unless a 1 on grapple auto-fails &gt;_&gt;)</div></div></div><br/>Swinging her tail around Holka, Brady brought the now-massive appendage down behind him with a resounding thud, cutting off the tiger's route of escape. A flick of her tailtip gave Holka a quick thump on the back of his knees, forcing him to stagger forward into Brady's waiting arms.<br/><br/>"First, let's talk about manners. Women don't like to be treated roughly - we're gentle creatures. We need to be handled carefully, like this-" punctuating her statement, Brady's hands came to rest on Holka's upper arms with an affectionate squeeze. True to her word, the grip was gentle, but undeniably firm - like a vise wrapped in cushy velvet.<br/><br/>"Second, we expect a man to be pampered by a man who wants to get his paws on us. Wining and dining is always a good start." Licking her lips, Brady lifted the tiger man up to eye level, her eyes narrowing suggestively. "Since we're a little short on wine down here, I'll let you off easy - give me a tasty meal, and I'll forget all about your bad behavior. I'll even let you come inside me on our first date..." Giggling softly, the chameleon girl darted her tongue out to lap at Holka's face. The soft pink appendage wound itself playfully around the tiger's muzzle and gave a soft squeeze, demonstrating what he had to look forward to if he didn't escape quickly.