As usual, the moment he started to take the bit out, she spewed it out, along with some of her saliva. He knew very well she hated it, but it was pretty important for his safety. Besides, it was always cute the reactions she gave. "Yes, I am starving. Hope they haf sume good sheet here." As they entered the saloon, the loud clops of her hooves and the fact that she towered over a good portion of the patrons certainly got some glances at them. Tired from the full day of speeding along, Gabriella was just interested in food, drink, and rest.
Peering at one of the stools, she tested its strength, pushing down on it, giving it a little kick, then slowly seating her fat ass unto it. Human stools tended to snap pretty easily under her weight, so she didn't tend to sit at the bars. This one, though... this one was good. Gabriella didn't even wait for the bar tender to place the beer before she snatched it out of his hand and took a long, deep swig. Though unlike her human partner, she could down several without no need for food and be fine as her larger body was far less affected by alcohol. "No, I do not notice anytheeng ott," she replied, shrugging at what exactly he was talking about.
"Hey there stud, couldn't help but hear you got yourself a fine room. Need some company tonight? Nyyyann?" The velvety voice came from a rather attractive
female cat woman dressed in a
gaudy red saloon dress that allowed clear vision to one of her sensually soft furred thighs to be fully visible, not to mention being further enticing with her lacy black stockings that hugged the curves of her leg perfectly. While her body certainly wasn't as large as his partner's, the woman certainly sounded experienced and her eyes showed a rather lustful look to them. She seemed to be a prostitute by the sound of it, one that obviously got paid very well.
For her part, Gabriella eyed him, gauging his reaction. She wasn't exactly the jealous type, nor did she judge him for taking on ladies of the night. After all, the women of her family back home had a long history as such, a path that she refused to get for herself.