I smirk, at the passersby, occasionally groping and spanking my slutty slave. My eyes venture to the Waitress wearing a catsuit. My next target. But, I can't go busting into her house again, I have to play my cards. I call her over and smile, my tail raised a bit as I lean forward. "Greetings" I say with some seduction.<strong> "I'd like a steak, and a bowl of milk for my slave here... I must ask, are you doing anything after your shift?" </strong>