Kansavati Asan

Kansavati's dark grey fur was slightly ruffled as she groggy stifled a yawn, her eyes half-closed and ponytailed hair messy as she pulled her shirt down over her taut belly, the slightly-too-short cloth barely covering a pair of fleshy orbs, nipples perky under the fabric. her lower clothing was little more than a short skirt, stopping at the mid-line of her thighs, thick and full. under the skirt, her nethers are covered by little more than a simple g-string, showing off the rounded peach that it was supposed to cover, her feet covered by a pair of high-heels, giving her stride a sway of tempered excitement.