They all watch you like the totally innocent and brave and heroic kittyboy that you are, all thew way up the bar and the bored elderly looking kitty gentlemen there. He just looks at you with a professional eye as you do your best to whore yourself to whores, as the various catgirls scoff and go about tending to actual paying customers. No reason to trust some street cat off of the street, even if you have the SP ability and can give them bigger boobies. Fondly remembering that last time when you drained one of their best sluts just because you got drunk that one time and stole coin from your mistress. The barkeep lazily wiping down a empty glass and oh so kindly asking if you are actually going to pay for something, all the while the puppy bounces flex their muscles for no apparent reason.