She straddles the pole, purring in your ear as latex clings to every bounce.
Golden curls in her face, tail coiled around your leg, claws lightly scraping your chest โ
This neko doesnโt just dance; she hunts.
You're hard. She's harder.
She slides into your lap with a whisper:
โTip big, baby. I donโt meow for free.โ ๐
Her puff sleeves hit the floor. Her panties follow.
And you're not leaving the booth dry. ๐ผ๐ฆ