A look around the place makes it abundantly clear that this is Aster's kind of place. Exposed, available flesh as far as the eye can see and within arm's reach at the same time. He shoots his assigned hostess the most charming smile his catlike face can manage and walks with his padded hand on her ass to his seat. The dancer in the cage before him earns little more than a quick glance as the bard thinks over his drink order for a moment. He already knows what his usual drink is, so it doesn't take long.<strong>"A nice bottle of wine, and two glasses, please."</strong>He sends her off with a pat on the butt and starts watching the dancer more intently while she's away, hoping that the presence of a customer would put some pep in that lazily swaying form.