Kitten

Her small form seemed to sink into the corner of his couch, she was
slowly disappearing into it. The short crop of her black hair, the black
lace and the clothes that covered her tiny frame made her look like a
kitten; dangerous, by young and playful, with only a little menace. He
crossed the room towards her, inviting her to dance with him. But she
kept sitting, curled up yet attentive, sharp yet mild; and still as the
air, like a snake in the grass.