<div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/stock-photo-sexy-woman-dressed-like-a-middle-eastern-harem-girl-80039809.jpg)</div>The man had grabbed for them, and quite frankly, she felt as Kalina did. She couldn't growl but her kitten did it for her, showing her dissaproval. She nodded in agreement before stripping, and handing over the royal garb. She took the slave rags, as did Kalina and put them on. They were itchy on her skin, but they would have to do. Her hand slipped back into the werepanther's quickly after, as if needing the firm acknowledgement that this was all still very real.<br/><br/>Her brows scrunched at the mention of new names and she felt her heart break a little as Kalina voiced hers. That was a story she had not known, and by the look on her kitten's face, the sadness was the reason for keeping it secret. She reached up and caressed her cheek lovingly. "I love it," she said as her thumb ran over the other woman's lower lip. "As for me, I shall go by Tori. It is a shortened version, but still me. I cannot give it up, so easily."  It was an elf thing, and elves believed that words held magic, even a name. She may not know the magic of her kind, but her name was all she had left.