If she knew, Sara would say that isn't a problem, at all. Her tail curls a little around a thigh, wrapping just under her butt as she walks away to get the order, tail weaving in and out as she moves.

She comes back with a whiskey and cola, and a silky little number. She slides the drink over, and hands the lace and silk over properly.

"Take a look. If you don't like that one, I've got something similar in red."