Tamara murrs, her tail half-up and flicking slowly as Sar approaches from behind. It coils around his waist loosely as he embraces her from behind, and she returns the kiss with a loving purr. "I will have to go to your professor and lodge a complaint then, he shouldn't be holding you any longer than he's supposed to," she replies with a playful tone. She was wearing a cook apron, to protect her front while she was cooking.<br/><br/>There was a frying pan and a big bowl, with some white meat on the pan, and vegetables boiling on the bowl. "I'm glad you like what you're smelling," she replied with a playful tone. "And I hope that you are hungry. I know that I am very hungry..." she said with a deep lustful growl.