A little oral assistance.

Xinae found herself powerless to resist being shoved under the bar - she was short and flexible enough that she fitted perfectly, with her legs folded under her and her arms tied behind her back. However, with a box of pint glasses on her right, a keg on her left, the wooden counter with connected pipes above her head, and the solid wall of kneeling, smug Bower in front of her, she was definitely feeling claustrophobic.

She smiled weakly when he removed her gag. "Okay okay, lesson learnt ha ha ha. I will definitely treat the heroes in the service industry much better from now on. You don't even have to call me 'Lady' anymore alright? So... let me out?" Bower just grinned evilly and grabbed her chin in his rough hand. "Oh no no, Lady Xinae. Your lesson's just beginning, love." Xinae shook his hand off her face and glared at him. "Fuck off! I take it all back! I ain't learnin' shit! Now let me go or I'll scream and my friends will come and kick the shit out of you!"

Bower's grin grew."Well we don't want that, does we. Better fill that pretty mouth of yours up I reckon." He stood up, meaning his crotch was level with her face. Xinae swallowed nervously, her mouth dry. There was a very distinct bulge, and it looked... girthy. Bower slowly lowered his trousers and despite herself, Xinae was hypnotised by the sight. "Fuck... what do you feed that thing?"

"Oh, he hasn't been fed for a while. He's hungry, starvin' even. Now I'm a reasonable man, despite what you've driven me to. I won't hurt you. If you plays along it'll be over with fast. And I'll consider this payment for everythin' you nicked so far." Xinae was barely listening - she was trying to focus on glaring up at his eyes and not getting distracted by... anything else in her line of sight. "Better open wide now, love."

As soon as Xinae opened her mouth to let out another string of curses and insults, Bower grabbed his thick member and slapped it on her tongue. It certainly SEEMED like he caught her by surprise - but it just so happened, completely coincidentally, that the angle of her face and the shape of her mouth gave Bower the perfect landing spot. Xinae certainly wasn't trying to help him. Was she? Xinae continued to glare and attempted to complain - but all without moving her mouth or tongue, letting him slap and rub and do whatever he wanted to.