The tiger slaver casually glanced your direction as you addressed him, but his interest wasn’t piqued until you mentioned your Druidic talents and backed them up by changing forms before his eyes among several others.  With a unhurried stride, the merchant made his way over to you even as the rest of the crowd seemed to press closer towards you as more people fought for a glance.  There was a number of brazen people near enough to boldly start groping you among the anonymity of the crowd.  Within a few moments of the shift you could feel at least five furred paws feeling up your exposed flesh or wantonly squeezing your ass.  There would be a number of catcalls in the crowd, but they were easily lost among the increased din of murmurs and other salacious utterings.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the slaver did his best to maintain his business façade, but you would catch him stealing several glances towards your exposed tits.  Between your huge rack and your display of magic, he seemed to pay no mind to the crowd’s reaction to you; perhaps because he was well aware of how everybody gets when there is a human among them.<strong>”Awfully bold of you to assume such a form in such a place.  I just hope I am looking when some poor sap tries to put a slave collar on you.”</strong>An amused grin spread across his maw as he spoke, his comment one of approval instead of scorn.<strong>”What sort of talents are you offering that you feel would improve the value of my stock?  More importantly, what sort of payment do you want in return for your services?”</strong><br/><br/>As the tiger merchant set up the proverbial bargaining table, the wandering touches became bolder as they began to explore under your loincloth to feel your warm slit.  Should there be no resistance to their advances, you would soon feel one of those broader fingers plunge into your cunny.