Tamara blushes some as Sar explains her how he feels and then kisses her again. The young tigress mews and is about to answer when the maid enters the room. She gasps and remains layed down on the piloows, afraid that the maid might spot her and report this to his mother. She sneaks a look at the maid, blushes hotly when the maid winks at them both, and quickly uncurl her tail from Sar's. Tamara let out a soft sigh of relief when the maid leaves the room, having understood she won't report them.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- We should be way more careful Sar... I... I don't want you to get in trouble... Nor do I want Dad to hear anything he wouldn't like about us and our behaviour...</span>