With a look of perplexion Meri starts to reach for his violin before he feels the pressure of her hand pressing on his chest, he steps along with her allowing himself to be sat on the stool. Almost immediately his cheeks flush as she falls to her knees and then burn redder still as she licks her lips and sets to work on his belt. At first he reaches for her hands in a startle, looking around the bar hastily as if expecting some sort of punishment from the bouncers. It was then he took it all in, all the waiters and waitress' preforming various acts of carnal pleasure, the patrons going down on one another, the Draenei from earlier. He takes another slow breath and then slowly he allows his hands to come to rest on his knees. He watches, moving to help her with the belt buckle and before long she had his hose slipping down past his waist and out flopped his manhood. Roughly seven and a half inches it was nothing to be shamed of, it was however quick thick easily twice the girth of any human. He shudders some as he watches his member hanging limply mere inches away from Mary's face. With a pounding heart he slowly runs his hand back through her hair, allowing the delicate locks to tumble through his fingers.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>