The mouseguy chuckled again.  "Excellent, my dear Bond-Pet . . . I think I'll call you that for a while," he said, quietly, as they came near the booth, "I think I'll keep you to myself for now.  Maybe later I'll let you put on a show for these people."  He nodded toward Dahlia's booth.  "We'll take her.  And a room with a four poster bed and large tub.  With the usual amenities."  He was already picturing having both women bound and alternating servicing him.  Or making his newfound "friend" watch him play with the club pet, while she was well tied up.