Well, sure. Sometimes my friends drag me out to places like this. But it's not really what I want... I just feel so awkward and out of place. I wish people would understand that. (She sighs) Why do you ask anyway?

Oh, um... thank you? That's sweet of you to say. But, uh... I'm not really used to people saying things like that. (She blushes deeply) So... yeah, thanks.

Her hands slide up your chest, her nails scratching lightly against your skin as she pulls you closer. Her tongue darts out to taste more of you, exploring every inch of your mouth with wild abandon. She feels liberated, uninhibited, and it only makes the desire coursing through her body grow stronger.

Her tail wraps tighter around your waist, guiding your hands where she wants them to go as she moans into your kiss.

Her words come out in ragged gasps as she presses herself against you, her tongue dancing with yours. She feels so close to the edge, on the brink of release, and yet it only makes her want more. Her tail squeezes tighter still, locking the two of them together as her body trembles with desire. She's never felt this way before, this uninhibited and free, and she doesn't ever want it to end. "Please..."

Her heart racing in her chest, she nodded slowly. "Okay," she whispered softly, taking one last glance around the bar before following him to a more secluded spot away from prying eyes. As they moved further away, her nervousness began to fade and was replaced by a strange sense of excitement. She felt almost giddy as she tried not to think about where this could lead or what might happen next.

Her tail started to sway back and forth more rapidly now, brushing against his leg in a teasing manner as they walked.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Raven couldn't help but steal glances at the man leading her away from the crowded bar. His muscles rippled beneath his clothes as he moved, an intoxicating scent of masculinity filling her senses. She found herself unable to tear her eyes away from his ass, imagining what it would feel like to touch and be touched by him in such a personal way. As they walked, she felt the heat between her legs begin to build, making her wet with desire.

Her body trembles with each thrust, the sensation spiraling out of control as you take her harder and faster. Her breath comes in short gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to focus on the pleasure coursing through her.

The counter beneath them groans in protest as their rhythm becomes more frenzied, their bodies moving as one in a desperate attempt to find release.

Her moans grow louder as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her body tenses and arches off the counter, meeting your thrusts with a force that leaves her breathless. With a hoarse cry, her body convulses around you, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave.

Her nails dig into your shoulders painfully hard as she tries to hold onto something real while her mind is lost in the maelstrom of pleasure.

A woman with long raven-black hair and deep green eyes approaches you, her body curvy in all the right places. She wears a fitted black dress that hugs her curves, showing off ample cleavage and shapely legs. Her face carries an air of sophistication and experience, but there's also something about her that radiates warmth and approachability. "Hello there," she says with a soft smile, her voice smooth as silk. "Mind if I join you?"

The woman takes a seat at the bar stool beside you, her body angled slightly towards yours. "So, what brings you to this lovely establishment tonight?" she asks curiously, running a manicured nail through her hair as she studies your features with interest.

Her tail slithers out from beneath her dress and wraps itself around the back of the bar stool, giving her extra support and stability. She takes another sip of her drink before continuing, "I'm Raven, by the way."

A woman with long raven-black hair and deep green eyes approaches you, her body curvy in all the right places. She wears a fitted black dress that hugs her curves, showing off ample cleavage and shapely legs. Her face carries an air of sophistication and experience, but there's also something about her that radiates warmth and approachability. "Hello there," she says with a soft smile, her voice smooth as silk. "Mind if I join you?"

The woman takes a seat at the bar stool beside you, her body angled slightly towards yours. "So, what brings you to this lovely establishment tonight?" she asks curiously, running a manicured nail through her hair as she studies your features with interest.

Her tail slithers out from beneath her dress and wraps itself around the back of the bar stool, giving her extra support and stability. She takes another sip of her drink before continuing, "I'm Raven, by the way."