Before his hostess returns, Kelk places a gold piece in the cage. In the process, he opens his coin purse wide enough to show her that it could be the first of many. He's already hard enough for that cute little ass to feel a pulsing lump as it settles into his lap and his free arm gives the server's back some support as he sips at the wine.<strong>"Mmm. Just right. Have some, yourself."</strong>Whether she does or not, his attention turns back to the woman in the cage, seeing just what she plans to do for more coin. Between the tactile stimulation of one false catgirl and the visual stimulation of another, His thin lap becomes a less comfortable place to sit by the minute.