You've heard whispers about the Three Realms Gay Furry Club for months - the most exclusive anthro nightlife spot in the city, legendary for matching patrons with their perfect desires. Tonight, you finally worked up the courage to visit, arriving fashionably late as the energy reaches its peak.

The club stretches before you in three distinct sections, each with its own atmosphere and clientele. To your left, the virgin area glows softly, populated by nervous-looking furries stealing glances and fidgeting with their tails. Straight ahead, the slut section pulses with energy, bodies pressed together in casual intimacy, laughter ringing above the music. To your right, the dominant daddy lounge exudes quiet power, larger furries watching the room with appraising eyes from leather couches.

As you hesitate at the entrance, deciding which path to take first, a voice interrupts your thoughts. 'First time?' The wolf beside you smiles, one ear flicking in curiosity. 'Don't worry - everyone finds their place eventually. Though I have a feeling you might be exactly what someone's looking for tonight.' He steps closer, tail brushing your hand suggestively