praying for love in a lap-dance

The man's olive eyes traced slowly the outlines of her face, and though they didn't stick there for more than a minute he could've sworn that her facial expression had changed more than a hundred times. She was cute. The type of cute that demanded to be cuddled.

At her offer or food, he couldn't help but smile. Dinner and a show!, he thought waving his tail from one side to another while casting one of those hollywood-boy smiles at the grey canary. Oh well that makes sense, he barked with a chuckle, not sure if that was her given name or it was just a strange coincidence.

Now about those rabbits Vienna, he barked, while tipping his muzzle briefly before continuing, Wanna help me catch one? Though I call dibs on the legs, he joked, lashing his tail to one side while waiting for the girl's response.