The tigress pads closer to the rat, quietly, tail flicking idly, taking her time, smelling the fear emanating from Monique, knowing she has her scared to the bones or quite. She stops when her snout is just mere inches from Monique's face, a low rumbling coming from deep in her throat, rumbling which can be either a growl or a purr, it is too low to be really recognizable. In fact, even Tamara is not sure about what it is, as she's is so pleased by the way her prey reacts, and she also wants to play and scare her a bit more.<br/><br/>Then the tigress gives the rat's face a big slurp, licking her lips just after. It looks like she does like the taste of Monique, and her tail flicks a bit faster. Then she pokes her on her chest with her nose, and open her jaws to grab the shirt or whatever clothing Monique is wearing to cover her torso, tugging on, softly at first, then with more strenght, until her sharp fangs rips it apart.