Tigra gracefully floated down the stairs wearing a backless, creamy white silk evening gown with a low front that clung to each contour of her feline body, her orange pelt blending with the gown while the bits of black scattered throughout stood in contrast to it, her tail swaying in opposition to her hips causing the gown to slide across them. Behind her, Mahina walked slowly, mindful to keep two steps between them, should her mistress stop suddenly. She wore a dark, emerald green satin evening dress that fell to her knees, leaving the lower half of her bare, light cocoa legs exposed for view, as were her arms, which were free of any fabric, the gown simply covering her shoulders and no further down. The back covered as one solid piece with the zipper concealed and the front dipped just low enough in a half circle to tease with just a hint of her ample cleavage.<br/><br/>"Young master," Tigra greeted Sho as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "How dashing you look this evening," she said while offering her right hand to him.<br/><br/>Mahina merely smiled at Sho, remaining silent while she gazed upon him, taking in his young rugged and handsome features.