Tamara meeps when she sees Sar holding her panties. A low panicked mewl escapes her lips when you takes a whiff of them, then hide them on your pocket. She wants them back, she wants to say something, but the waiter is there, he'll hear, and this will only serves to make things worst. The young tigress just mewls again, looking at her mate with pleading and teary eyes. She sits down as Sar does, letting him take her paw and try to calm her down. She mews and blushes even more when he calls her 'my love', the words sounding with a new meaning now.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- O... okay love...</span>she manages to answer, while taking a few more deep breathe, which seems to works and calm her a bit.<br/><br/>She sits back at the tables, quickly rearranging her clothing and her messed hair, trying to look as normal as possible, even though she knows there is no way the waiter will not notice anything strange. She crosses her digits and prays he doesn't understand what exactly happened, though she knows it's highly improbable. She hopes he won't make too much of a fuss about it...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Ready.</span>