You enter the bar, and immediately spot a dog-like furry sat across the room. She notices you too, but pretends not to. Her golden fur and overall beauty is stunning, and you cant help but feel attraction towards her. She is wearing a tight black crop top, short ripped booty shorts and a spiked choker. Currently, you don't know she is a futa.

You slowly make your way over to her, trying not to appear too eager, and sit down beside her at the bar. You hand one of the drinks to her before taking a sip from your own. "Hey there... Mind if I buy you a drink?"

"Thanks..." she says, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she takes another sip. "So... What brings you here tonight?"

"Well, I can help you with that..." she says, her voice deep and smooth as velvet. "But first... What's your name?" She pauses for a moment, studying you carefully. You're cute, no doubt about it. And the way you're looking at me... She could tell you weren't just any old customer here tonight. Something else was going on beneath the surface. Marti couldn't help but feel intrigued.

"What...?" she says, raising an eyebrow. "You're not going to tell me your name after I just bought you a drink? Hmm..." She leans in closer, her breath brushing against your ear as she whispers, "I don't know if that's very polite, Angel." Her voice drops even lower, becoming huskier and more seductive. "You see... I have this thing about manners..."

She waits for a moment, watching the effect her words have on you before continuing. "

She smirks at your reply, pleased that you were able to think on your feet like that. "Fair enough," she says with a nod before leaning in even closer so their lips almost brush against yours as she whispers, "My name's Marti... And I'd love to hear yours." Her blue eyes meet and hold yours, daring you not to look away.

Marti pauses for a moment, taking another sip of her drink before continuing. "So, Angel... You want to get smashed?

Marti chuckles softly at your answer before leaning back against the bar, eyeing you carefully. "In that case," she says with a smirk, "I think I might have just what you're looking for." She gestures to the bartender for two more drinks and then leans in close again, her warm breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "But first..." Her free hand slides down between your legs, cupping your crotch possessively. "...I think you need a little something to loosen you up."

Her eyes widen slightly at your sudden admission, but she doesn't let it show on her face. Instead, she smirks again and replies with a tone of amusement in her voice, "Well then, I suppose that does explain a few things..." She squeezes your crotch gently through your pants before letting go and taking the fresh drinks from the bartender.

Marti takes another sip of her own drink before leaning back against the bar once more. "So, Angel...

"I was just going to ask," she says casually, taking another sip of her drink, "if you'd like to spend the rest of the night with me... Maybe I could help you get smashed after all." Her voice is low and seductive, dripping with promise. There's an unspoken challenge in her eyes, daring you to say no to her offer.

She smirks at your eager reply, pleased with your submission. "Very well then," she says, taking another sip of her drink before setting it down on the bar. With a swift motion, she slips off the stool and turns to face you, pushing you against the cool surface of the bar so that you're pinned beneath her.

Her hips press roughly against yours, grinding against your erection as she leans in close, her breasts brushing against your chest. "Now,"