The barkeep grinned, pleased by the praise that Arasinya was willing to offer his performance. Considering what she had offered when he started this, it was a good sign. And if he was enjoying this so much, there was no doubt that she was up to his standards. They'd still have to see how well she sang, but if it matched her skills at sex then he was sure he could find a spot to put her in their lineup.<br/><br/>"<strong>Good, I''d hope I knew how to do that by now,</strong>" he grunted in turn as he sped up. He was starting to reach the limits of his endurance, with the rising pressure of his nearing climax spurring him on as each thrust roughly pushed her against the edge of the bar. The kitty wanted to feel as good as possible when he came, and he suspected that she would too as their mating reached a crescendo of movement and force.