Emily takes your hand and directs you across the room. As you walk behind her excitedly, your eyes are focused on her perfect rear and the short golden tail which hangs over it. You stop at another curtain, which she opens to reveal a small room furnished only with satin cushions.
"Go ahead," she says, putting a warm hand on your shoulder. You do as she says and go on in, taking a seat on a large cushion. Emily enters after you and draws the curtain.
"Take them off," she smiles, right hand on a raised hip.
You lean forwards and remove your shoes, throwing them aside. She giggles.
"No, not those. I guess I'll have to do it."
Emily gets down on her knees, her face only a foot away, and slides your shirt over your head. She moves her head closer, so close you can feel her breath. Her face is beautifully formed and accentuated by the feline make-up. She then leans over and undoes your jeans, her hands touching your crotch, and slides them off too.
"Where do you want to start?"