You decline Bianca's offer to buy any medicine...
...because there's something else on your mind, something you're <i>confident</i> she's not expecting -- and you're in prime position to get at it.
The voluptuous fox is, conveniently, standing in the way of the line, obscuring you from view. "Come back if you need anything, [pc.name]. I'll be here at the same time every day," she says in an airy tone, bringing up her black-and-silver codex on a brisk one-eighty spin.
With her back to you, the bosomy healer's attractive curves are more noticeable with the firmness of fabric atop them. The worst kind of lecher couldn't resist stealing a touch at her hips or her butt, but your tastes are decidedly more refined. <i>What you'd like to get your hands on, if just for a split second, are those exquisitely soft looking tails of hers.</i>
The bulk of Bianca's {two/three} well-groomed tails, bright gold and tipped with winter-white fur are nestled snug under her white coat, reaching out in your direction per their owner's idleness. They brush gently to and fro, painting an image in the air. It could be a web meant to trap prey. Or, perhaps, they're writing a letter in an unknown language, bidding you join them in frivolity... maybe asking you to touch.
Heart hammering in your chest, you reaching out tentatively, wondering: <i>is this stealing?</i> You're like a kid sticking their hand in a cookie jar, knowing you could be caught as quickly as it takes someone to turn their head towards you. If anyone else sees this... well, they'd probably get jealous. Not your fault they haven't tried this before!
Now that you're committed you may as well see if you can't get what you want. Her combed, flaxen floof swishes faster. The acceleration is imperceptible. Is she about to spot you? The reaction from her, the passage of time, a tiny droplet of sweat forms on your neck. At the high point of your heart rate, you breathe in and focus.
A white-tipped tail glides near your fingers once, twice, and more in the span of five seconds. You've got the look of an ambush predator on your face. Watching her legs you identify the barest hint of activating muscle: she's about to walk away!
At some point you subconscious decided to wait for it to come within a distance for you to touch rather than make any sudden movements. You've timed it up 'til now, and the opportunity is <i>there.</i>
Dr. Ketria's teasing tail winds back around - face reddening, eyes narrowing, you close your hand and... <b><i>it slips away!</i></b>
Bianca turns her head, very obviously confusion, regarding you with a sardonic grin. She winks at you and makes sure to 'torment' you by waving her tails in your direction just a bit faster.
The cheeky doctor had you made from the start. <i>Damn it!</i>