She purrs as her head is rubbed, engulfing the second piece of meat as fast than she engulfed the first one. She licks her lips very happily, and mews, poking your arm with her muzzle, making cute kitten eyes at you again, still hungry, the delicious meat so appealing to her. She doesn't care about the big bowl of milk anymore, looking with much hunger at the big pice of tender and juicy prime rib on your plate, her mind already imagining the feeling of sinking her little fangs on it.<br/><br/>But, instead of meat, a waiter brings in the big bowl of milk that was waiting for her, and palces it in front of her muzzle. She sniffs it, makes a face, and looks around. She laps a bit of the milk, knowing you want her to, but can't divert her eyes from what meat everybody around is eating. Her whiskers twitches as she fills her nostrils with the scent of the so deliciously cooked steaks and prime ribs.<br/><br/>A few minutes and some more laps of milk later, Tamara get bolder, and jumps on your lap, her cute little cub head suddenly popping between your arms. Her little muzzle open as she tries to steal a bit of your meat, or sink her fangs on it, her little tail flicking fast and happy. She's so focused on ehr task that she doesn't register your reaction, nor the surprised or amused looks of the guests who did spotted her. The tigress frowns at both Tam and Arkain, while the lioness repress a laugh.