Kitten
Renata could not help but watch the tail of the young woman ahead of her with matching cat ears at the hotel lobby desk.
“Zarah,” the young woman purred her name when prompted by the hotel clerk and pulled at her tiny skirt that fit like an extended cumberbund. The length of her skirt was upstaged by her steampunk goggle-themed tights.
Smirking to herself, Renata remembered years ago when she would have worn this–even less when she was this girl’s age. But here they were, both of them in a cheap hotel, so they had a place to lay their heads after they roamed this esteemed European city.
Renata watched Zarah’s tail walk away when it was her turn to check in.
When she went up to her room, Renata made eye contact with the kitten in the hallway as she was opening her door.
“Hi,” Zarah purred two doors away from her, fluttering her extra-long fake eyelashes.
Renata turned around and looked at her tail again. Zarah absently reached behind her back and caressed her tail while she used her card to open her room door. Renata looked at her own door when the door to Zarah’s room closed.
When she was younger, Renata might have had a tail. But at her age, she was much more discreet with her kink.
