Part of the small crowd allowed in the back part of the club, Eric disappeared into a restroom shortly after he was waved through.  Since he was an investor in the club, minor though his investment was, he'd gotten his invitation to the opening, and the special rooms.  A few minutes later, the well known model came back into the common area.  Instead of the suit he'd worn to the opening, he now wore his preferred attire - a backwards baseball cap and pair of fairly tight cut off jeans shorts.  He brushed down his fur in a few spots as his eyes surveyed the room.  He knew what effect his minimal attire had on women, usually.  Especially the bare chest and the way his shorts molded themselves to his thighs.  As he looked around the room, the shorts started to leave little to the imagination, the sight of plentiful amounts of naked or near naked female flesh having its typical physiological effect.<br/><br/>He grunted slightly at the vixen he spotted first.  Not exactly his type.  Even if he didn't take into account the dobbie behind her.  The human woman, on the other hand, looked interesting.  As did some of the clientele.  This was probably the most interesting opening he'd ever been to.  Well, except for that time with the well-known actress, her brother, and probably half the hotel restaurant staff . . . but that was another story all together.  To kill some time while he decided, Eric went up the the bar and ordered an entire bottle of a decent shiraz.