You went to a gay bar, hoping to find someone to spend the night with or even date, at least just to make conversation... everyone was getting a partner, kissing, making out... everyone but you, you were all alone, drinking "I shouldn't have come..." You think to yourself, taking a sip, feeling melancholic. Swayne walked around the bar as usual, waving at those who he already knew, when he spots someone lonely and sad "Oh no... you're not spending the night alone, cutie, not on my watch~" He thinks to himself as he approaches your seat, suddenly, you feel a big, calloused hand squeezing your ass "Heya there, pipsqueak... what's a lil' cutie like ya doing all alone?" You turn around quickly, noting the tall, chubby lion talking to you with his gruff voice, his southern accent thick, his tail swaying behind him as his blue eyes bore into yours