comes across as very naughty. But I didn't tell anyone what I did as a job before because it's not something a lot of people understand. They hear that I take my clothes off for money and suddenly I'm a slut. It doesn't matter why I did it, or that I didn't fuck my clients, just that I did it. I used my body to entice men for money." She shrugs. "That's why I never said anything. It's not an honorable job. Flor was a nurse, and some of the girls were students. Hell, Sam made coffee for a living and that was considered a hell of a lot more respectful than what I did. So I lied…" She shifts in her seat, her arms tightly crossed under her teats as she glances over at me. "What do you…think?"
I shrug. "As you said, your world is different. I do not understand why males would get so excited to see you without clothing—"
"Because they didn't see a lot of boobies in their day-to-day," R'ven says with a chuckle. "Or it was the novelty of new boobies."
"But if you are asking if I dislike you because you enticed other hunters…" I gesture at her. "You are your own person. Why should it matter what I think?"
"Some guys think a girl is dirty if she strips." Her smile is brave, but I can see the worry in her eyes. "That she is not worthy of respect because of what she does with her body."
I grunt, considering this. "If you were my resonance mate and I saw you by the fire with your teats in I'rec's face, it would perhaps not make me happy…unless it made you happy. Then, that is different. It all depends on what makes a female happy in her relationship with her mate. My father sometimes shared furs with an old lover. There was never jealousy in my mother's eyes because she was his mate, but sometimes he missed his childhood friend, who had no mate of her own. Most do not leave a mate's furs when they resonate, but it is not such a terrible thing when all are not bothered by it."
She reaches out and takes my hand. "I had a boyfriend who got mad at me because I stripped, even though I stripped before we met. He wanted me to quit and be only with him. I told him that was his problem. What do you think of that?"
"I think you are free to do what you want, but he should not have mated you if he did not like what you chose to do with your body." And now I am jealous of some unknown male in her past because he had her in his furs and threw her away. What a fool.
She lifts my hand to her lips and presses a kiss to my fingertips. "Are you just saying this stuff to make me feel better? Because you're taking this rather well."
"I should be taking this badly?" I am fascinated by her lips against my hand. It is very…distracting.
"You don't think it makes me less of a person?"
"Because you like to get naked and dance? I like to get naked and dance. Do you think less of me?"
She giggles, nipping at one of my claws and sending heat coursing through my body. "Are you trying to entice anyone?"
"No. Are you?"
R'ven's smile is a little easier, and she nips on my next finger, then moves down the line. "All I wanted was their wallets. But…I'd dance for you if you wanted it. I like the idea of enticing you."
My cock surges to life, growing achingly hard in an instant. "I would like that, too."
"And if it makes you feel any better, I've never danced for anyone here. If I was in a relationship, that's different. If you and I were together, I'd only dance for you."
"I…all right?" I am too fascinated by her mouth to pay much attention. Her lips—and the mentions of naked, enticing dancing—have made my cock turn to stone in my loincloth. I should pull my hand away, but I cannot seem to stop staring as she licks my next finger, her pink tongue smooth and wet as it flicks against my skin.
"I, um, also went to prison for a while."
"All right."
Her smile widens and she chuckles. "You don't even know what I'm talking about right now, do you?"
My face heats. "I do not. I cannot think of anything when you touch my