[ God that's desperate. She stifles her laughter behind her glass. That's a little messy, even for her, but... that's definitely part of the appeal. She tosses back her drink, the single one will have very little effect on her but cheers. ]
Sure, ya can come help me zip up my dress.
[ She's laughing as she gets to her feet, she leans in across the bar top to talk to the bartender for a brief moment. She gives him a tip to not fucking tattle on her, her tail flicking lazily.
Then she motions him along with her. He has his own hostess clubs, he knows how their dressing rooms go. ]
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Sure, ya can come help me zip up my dress.
[ She's laughing as she gets to her feet, she leans in across the bar top to talk to the bartender for a brief moment. She gives him a tip to not fucking tattle on her, her tail flicking lazily.
Then she motions him along with her. He has his own hostess clubs, he knows how their dressing rooms go. ]