Richelle hums to herself as she takes a large hairbrush to her tail. She giggles as it pulls on her, enjoying the sensation until she got to a knot that hurt when she yanked it out.
She cried a few tears of pain over that, but after getting it nice and silky again, she wrapped it around herself a couple of ways to be sure it was flexible before pulling the silver
dress back on again. It seemed to fit even better this morning than it did last night, and she snugged it down tight to her waist with the wide silver belt that she had forgotten went
with it last night.
She was busily combing out her long hair when she felt a faint presence in the back of her mind.
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