Yoka honestly could not remember the last time she had Japanese food.
The kitsune was dressed in a pencil skirt, a tight blouse, and had her hair pulled up in a bun and affixed with a large butterfly clip. She was wearing a pair of red reading glasses low on her nose to complete the sexy librarian look. She liked to believe it worked for her, and the tips she'd gotten at work furthered that, though of course Yoka was not wearing a dance outfit to dinner, oh no.
She cut a striking image, striking enough that she thought she would immediately be seated, and when her reputation was added in....
"You have got to be kidding me, what do you mean you're booked for the evening?" Yoka asked the waitress.
"Well...we have one table but....you'd have to share. Let me see if the gentleman minds some company."
The waitress left to check with the mysterious stranger. Yoka had no idea who he was, but no matter where he was seating, he'd have a perfect view of the slim fox who so desperately wanted to eat her body weight tonight.
@"Silver"
The kitsune was dressed in a pencil skirt, a tight blouse, and had her hair pulled up in a bun and affixed with a large butterfly clip. She was wearing a pair of red reading glasses low on her nose to complete the sexy librarian look. She liked to believe it worked for her, and the tips she'd gotten at work furthered that, though of course Yoka was not wearing a dance outfit to dinner, oh no.
She cut a striking image, striking enough that she thought she would immediately be seated, and when her reputation was added in....
"You have got to be kidding me, what do you mean you're booked for the evening?" Yoka asked the waitress.
"Well...we have one table but....you'd have to share. Let me see if the gentleman minds some company."
The waitress left to check with the mysterious stranger. Yoka had no idea who he was, but no matter where he was seating, he'd have a perfect view of the slim fox who so desperately wanted to eat her body weight tonight.
@"Silver"