You grin back and grab the girl's wrists, staring back into her eyes. "Hi Melody," you say, as she struggles a little in your grasp, "I'm pretty hungry today. You wouldn't mind, oh, I don't know, serving as dessert?" A strand of drool issues from your mouth. The catgirl wrenches herself free with surprising strength. "Actually I would," she remarks indignantly, and flounces out of the tavern.
