Perhaps one way or another, dealing with the big guy would be for the best, so with an encouraging wink and a tug on the collar of his t-shirt, you get him to lean in close.
“I’m thinking about getting out of here... But I’m also thinking you might like a bit of a chase... So let’s make a deal. I leave, you count to twelve, and if you can track me down, I’m all yours for the night... If not... Well, I’m sure the consequences will be obvious.”
You whisper to him in dulcet tones, you hardly have to glance at his tail wagging ever so slightly to get your answer, and with a sway of your hips, and your fluffy tail trailing after you, you make your way out of the club, offering the bouncer a wink and a blown kiss on your way. Now the only question left is whether to make it easy on the Prowler coming after you, or give him a bit of exercise so he has to work for his treat.
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