Evangeline suppresses the urge to shout at Bret for putting a hole in her wall just long enough to reach into one of the pockets of her oil-stained daggies.
So... you're a cat, like Vixen, right?
With a matter-of-fact sway of her arm she pulls out a small, metallic bell on the end of a string. She dangles it around in front of her, staring the being identifying itself as Sev straight in the eyes with a coy, deviant grin across her face.
The object emits a light-hearted, almost cute jingle as Evangeline dances it around before Sev's eyes, the metallic surface reflecting the frigate's lighting vividly.
The ever-so-slight scent of catmint wafts around the hallway; it becomes apparent the housecats' toy is laced with the feline-specific recreational drug.
I suppose I should mention Vixen isn't the only pussy I play with.
Evangeline's trademark smirk widens as she waves the toy around as if imitating a hypnotist in her actions.