While at the club one night, after getting yourself a little bit too tipsy you migrated to a chair, setting down in the seat and staying there to ride out your intoxication. You were only there for a few minutes before big, strong hands covered in short orange, black-striped fur came to rest on your shoulders, fingers tipped with small claws. You looked up at whoever it was, and recognized them from on the stage a while earlier; a very tall, very muscular, very hot tiger who worked as one of the dancers here. When he started to rub your shoulders, you just melted into him. "Mmh," he hummed and continued to massage you from behind, "I saw you staring at me during my routine earlier. I get a lot of stares on me, you'd expect as much, but you?" He chuckled, a sound that rumbled in your chest and tailed off into a low, playful growl. "Oh, that look in your eyes was adorable, honey. Having a nice night, I hope?"