"Brbrreeaaahhhhrrrrrrr," Reysha made a series of indiscernible noises as she shook her body head to toe, a small number of droplets flying off her. It was a pretty futile gesture, as she lacked both the loose skin and fur of a normal mammal for it to achieve the desired drying effect. Young and smooth as her skin was, the only thing that somewhat flapped around were her breasts.
She did it anyway, out of the remaining cat instincts that her race had, on behalf of their dirty minded goddess. At least her hair and tail got somewhat drier as a result, but she was still cold. Plus the wetness had ruined the last few strings of what remained of her pants and when she got out of her soaked boots, pulling at the soles, they came loose. As the socks underneath were already defined more by being holes than cloth, it was fair to say that she now owned no clothing whatsoever.
