She had been distracted by the stage, pondering what type of entertainment the likely female performers were going to treat them to when she found Catalina suddenly glomping her. The buxom blonde's chair swayed dangerously for a few moments before settling sturdily upon all four legs as that cuddling purr filled hug was returned with enthusiasm. That tail wrapping around their slim waists instantly sparked visions to dance through her head of all the wonderful uses for that tail.<br/><br/>She was simply overjoyed, after four months of constant flirting and teasing it seemed that they'd finally be sharing a night of sensual pleasure with the catgirl. She was determined to start that night off right, right here in her chair. Her hands soon found Catalina's hips, slender fingers pressing into them in a loving embrace before her hands began to roam and explore Catalina's sides. Her hands teasing the younger woman, each time stopping just before they reached the sides of wonderful breasts, descending to half-way down her outer thighs before beginning the process anew. That lick to her cheek was returned, her own long nimble tongue extending to slowly offer Catalina's northern lips an upward lingering swipe.<strong>"I want to see how loud you can purr"</strong>was all that was said<br/><br/>She had shimmied her chair next to Rarovan, closing the distance between the short gap. This had been accomplished little by little over several moments until her right long shapely leg was draped over Rarovan's and she was actually sitting half in his lap and half way in her chair. She smiled widely at the toast, bright emeralds looking to Amalea and then to Rarovan before speaking.<strong>"Yes...t-to Rarovan! Our rock hard pillar o-of strength.We can always count on him to c-c-cum to the res-rescue when needed!"</strong>Those little stutters were starting already, clouds of lust planting themselves in her mind. She would raise her goblet of wine towards Amalea's before then draining it.<br/><br/>The wine was fueling her desires helping her inhibitions to literally melt away with each droplet she allowed down her throat. That last drink had been rather messy, sweet red liquid trailing from the corners of full pouty lips to leave thin trickling trails down her slender throat and heaving upper chest. The cold droplets of wine slightly staining those white cups holding ample twins, making her actually shiver. She could feel those tender nubs begin to slowly harden, helped along by the recent coldness. Then Amalea was suddenly hopping up onto the other side of Rarovan's lap. Before she could say or doing anything, she found a wonderfully plush set of lips being pressed against her own. A kiss she eagerly returned which was becoming all the more passion filled as the moments slipped by. But all too soon the kiss was broken.