My more casual writing

Indemira figured it was better late than never for the maverick to show some chivalry. She made a mental note to chastise Casimir while beating in that thick skull of his the significance of being gentlemen. However, all indignation subsided once she was cradled within his furry and burly arms. Her legs dangled as she wiggled her nose and fanned her bust ever so coquettishly as she stared into his eyes.

Casimir was a tool she employed to torture her rival. How bizarre was it that she became relatively smitten with the dolt. He was uncouth and ill-mannered, with poor taste in fashion. Before they met, she swore he had to be color blind, given how he matched the hues of his attire. Fortunately for the lion, he happened across the Jinniyah.

The enchantress smirked devilishly as the rogue performed his duty admirably. Still, his side commentary merited a rolling of her eyes and a huff of disapproval. Indemira closed her hand fan before bopping him on the snout with it in a waggish manner. How could he belittle her magnificence? It wasn't her fault she was so beautiful; it transcended species' lines. A fact evident in the fact she had bewitched the protégé of the notorious diva.

Nevertheless, despite their differences and her grievances toward Lord Casimir, they agreed on one point. The swamp was a dreadful and horrible patch of soil. Proof that whatever the residents of this bog saw in it must have been due to the trippy truffles they were inclined to ingest. A substance she refrained from eating, not out of moral principle but because she regarded it to be the medicine for peasants.

"Fashionably delayed as always. I think you enjoy testing me." She quipped before running those fingers through her hair. Indemira tossed it back so her emerald mane cascaded down her back. She wiggled her nose in protest as that cottontail wagged against Casimir's arms.

"It's ok. You're worth the wait and headache." The djinn shrugged before winking at the lion. Her head turned as she peeked behind him, eyeing the distant ruin. They were close; soon, she could put this lazy feline to work. After all, she did Promise a certain giantess that she wouldn't permit Casimir to grow obese. Plus, she did enjoy his new and chiseled form. Her only complaint would be the shedding.

Indemira picked a few stray furs off her tight body suit before throwing them to the ground. Nonchalantly, she'd squirm in his arms, getting comfy before releasing a heavy sigh.

"My feet are killing me. You have to knead them when this is over." She partially jested. The caramel patrician licked her lips as the soundscape around them filled the silence between her words.

"Indubitably, my radiance surpasses even what I envisioned as possible. But, some pests aren't that bad..." She paused before sliding her arms around Caismir's nape, pulling him close before suggestively licking his nose. The Jinniyah would let him go before smacking his chest with her fan as she returned to her relaxed posture, those thick legs overlapping one another as she got comfortable.

"Now, be a dear, and let's march to that ruin. I find you irresistible when you work. And Samara says mixing pleasure with business is bad. There are some things even the Sharmot doesn't understand." She concluded before opening her hand fan and wagging it to cool off Casimir as he did his job. In Indemira's eyes, she had the difficult job. Thank the elders she can't perspire.