Akira soon learned to regret his scheme as pain shot through his limb and the very world shook around like a tremor from the puppyboy's freak strength. His eyes were still spinning as they dragged him through the casino.<br/><br/>"Ignore the pain," the catboy bard thought to himself as he let himself be roughly guided to the owner's office. "All of these fun and games, will all be yours someday. It's worth the indignation..."<br/><br/>The catboy couldn't help but ogle the large-breasted puppygirl on the stand, ogled even longer at the secretary's tattoo, and by the time he saw the bound and gagged waitress he was practically drooling. It took a self-restraining headshake to snap back into a lucid state.<br/><br/>"First off, thank you so much for seeing me. I am Akira, bard, flutist, singer, and purveyor of many talents. Hiring me will be a positive asset to your fine establishment. In addition to being a walking arsenal of artistry..."<br/><br/>He used a cantrip to summon a flute to his side.<br/><br/>"My voice alone can move mountains and rustle the loins of eager young women and sex-hating shrews alike! Allow me to demonstrate..."<br/><br/>Akira wet his lips, cleared his throat, and did what came naturally. He sang an amazing melody, telling the tale of a catgirl knight who fought to free her beloved mistress from a vile demon's pleasure prison and how no matter what indignities came to her she persevered through sheer willpower and desire.<br/><br/>Feeling confident, the bard smiled as he already knew in his heart of hearts the awaiting answer from the bossman.