<blockquote><div><cite>Reizu wrote:</cite>The wolfeasel blushed as he held Barbara's hand to his chest tighter. "No..I wouldn't mind. Having you, you know. We have time before the gig."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Babs squealed delightedly.<br/><br/>"Oh goody! I liked your lean and hungry look ever since I saw you on stage!"<br/><br/>She grabbed his hand, and dragged him inside the well appointed, glass fronted lobby, waving her ID at the concierge, a placid but capable looking bear girl in a blouse and jacket. The ursine favoured Reizu with a smirk, but not an unkind one. Clearly she was used to the rabbit's over-enthusiastic personality. It was clear, from the designer styling of the lift, and the size and well appointed decorations of her large apartment, that being an aerobics instructor either paid well, or Babs had more than one string to her bow.<br/><br/>The main room had a big open space in front of the plasma screen TV, currently occupied by a rabbit skin fur rug, or rather the Babs skin fur rug.<br/><br/>She stood by it fidgiting. "Okay, so how do you want to do this? Going to the gig means we don't have time for cooking, not someone my size anyway, even if I go there inside you. But the potions I have will allow you to do more than swallow me whole. I know my thighs are kinda big, so you may not want to take them all at once. I've got a waterproof groundsheet and toriquets for just such an occasion."