She was nervous.. Beyond nervous.. Those slender hands constantly smoothing down the soft, silken fur over her abdomen.  Her tail twitching at every sound, at every footfall..  Her breathing coming in short bursts as she would follow the guard down the hall.  She barely even noticed his glances at her body.  Quite frankly, she was used to being visually abused.  To having that tall slender body raked with leering attention.<br/><br/>It was not until his gaze jerked away from her that she became aware of it.  Not the glance.. But the absence of it.  That quizzical look upwards towards him.  “Thank you..”  Her voice soft, a mere whisper.. It was not his fault she had overstepped her place.  The girl's under Madam Kalada had little illusion that they were little more than slaves.. Than pets.<br/><br/>The dainty pink tongue darting over her lips, that tiny muzzle twitching softly as she would meet the gazes of those few they passed.  Offering them half-hearted smiles.  Her breathing deepening as she tried to force herself to calm down.  Her tail curling around her body, teasing against the smoothly furred tummy as she would step towards the office.  Bowing her head lightly as she was told to stay.  Her thoughts consuming her.. What was going to happen?  She did not think that anyone had stood up to a customer since she had came to the guild.<br/><br/>Her tail nearly standing straight up as the man would step out of the office.  Handsome.  Dragging her attention from her own woes for a moment as she admired the uniform.. And the body that filled it out.  “I wish I could assure you there was no need to worry, Sir..”  her voice was soft, sweet.  Those wide green eyes glancing shyly up at his. Though he can see a certain proud demeanor.  A fire hidden under the soft words, the submissive pose.  “But I am afraid I cannot lie.. I would be most surprised if Mistress did not..”<br/><br/>Interrupted by the guard's reluctant words she would flash him an apologetic smile, once more bending those shapely legs in a curtsy.  “I should not keep her waiting, my Lord.. Good day to you..”  That smooth poise as she would sweep past him, her tail brushing against his thigh even as she would step into the office.  Her eyes falling immediately.  Her features shifting to look as contrite as possible, though she had the airs of a martyr walking to her death..