Vixen walks back in, trailing a strange figure along with her. The feline who bore a very strange resemblance to herself looked around...black fur, blue eyes. A short black skirt, and black shirt- seeming just a little too tight-, fishnet stockings underneath managing to blend formality with casual in a strange blend of styles. A slow grin starts to take her face, Bret's back to her as she starts to spin her devilish plan. Looking over to Vixen, the mysterious black-furred feline gives her a pleading look...She knew all too well what came next, but didn't mind. Tonight was going to be fun. Nodding back to her, she starts to silently stalk up behind Bret, who only just managed to get Feya off the floor, when suddenly, the black-furred mischief-maker pounces on him from behind, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Putting on her best voice, she whispers into his ear. "Heyyyy Breeeeeeet~...remember me?"
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
