Nidalee just shudders and moans into her muzzle all the harder, close to cumming already from her sensitive kitty flesh. Wiggling her furry butt further into the air out of pure kitty instincts, as she just does not care if anyone notices this and how her pussy is getting prodded. The bar keep just keeps it in stride and listens in to your huge important question.<br/><br/><strong>"Magician, eh? Well you could always get a charter with those rich fucks that own the boats and other nonsense. Think they own the damn town, with their ships and kitty slave trade. Makes me wanna puke, but I won't hold it against ye to earn yerself some coin. I can tell just by how your pet is acting that she is quite preggie that one. Hope you bothered to breed her pure blood, that is the only way to make a real profit in that business." </strong>