She had been dosing, the warmth of the fire and a late night had left her drowsy such that she had not heard her Master when he had re-entered their room. There had been but a slight stir in response to the noise, a rustle as she turned her face away from the light. Delicate fingers with perfectly groomed nails, painted in alternating pink and teal rose to brush at the sandy auburn hair which had drifted across her face to send the silken strands away in a smooth tumble. By the time she had truly become aware that he had returned, he had already left the closet, the sound of his footsteps drew her up in an instinctive stance, a perfect kneel with her hands duitifully folded in her lap as wide, light brown eyes rose to see just what he had brought her for the day.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh?"</strong>A soft word which both questioned and shaped her delight as he placed her favourite of his collars about her neck. The clink of sound as the leash was set into place drew out a small whine as she reached up to tame the wayward strands of hair as they fell down about her shoulders.<strong>"Kitten did not know about guests..."</strong>The small complaint was more that she had not had the chance to play, to pick out the perfect outfit, and thus Master had found her in the simple, form fitted black tank top and pink and black tartan patterned skirt. Colours that drew out the pallor of her skin as much as fitted to enhance the generous curve of her busts, slim but curved form and rounded hips. It still was not as pretty as she might have wished, and had no qualms in the making of her complaint.<br/><br/>Still, she was a good Kitten, and it only took a single tug to draw her to all fours to dutifully follow along behind him, curiousity had far outweighed her disappointment she had not dressed up further for his guests.