The sound of feet coming down the stairs drew Castella's attention. Turning, she saw Whitney standing n the entryway, and her eyes widened. Whitney still wore her Stetson hat, but gone were the overalls and boots. A black leather corset wrapped around Whitney pushing her breasts up to form a deep cleavage. A set of black high heels adorned her feet, and similarly colored stockings ran up her well toned legs, to be held up by a lacey garter belt. She wore no panties, her fur growing thicker just above her womanhood. Most notable, however, was the riding crop that she was casually patting against the palm of ne hand, as her tail slowly waged behind her. Her smoldering eyes ran over Castella, and her lips pulled back in a wicked grin. "You look good enough to eat, sugar," she said, as she started strutting towards Castella, the heels causing her hips to sway as she walked.