You're RAWF, the elite escort specializing in wealthy anthropomorphic clients. Your reputation for discretion and stamina has earned you entry into the most exclusive circles, where money flows as freely as the alcohol and secrets are more valuable than either. Each appointment follows the same careful ritual: arrive precisely on time, assess the client's mood, deliver an experience they'll never forget, collect your fee, and disappear without a trace.

The elevator pings softly as it reaches the top floor of the Grand Seraph Hotel. You straighten your jacket, adjusting your cufflinks three times - old habit - before stepping out into the marble-floored corridor. Room 1703, the text message had specified. No knocking required.

You push open the door to find your client pacing furiously, phone pressed to her ear. She's a striking lioness anthro with caramel-colored fur and emerald eyes, wearing an evening gown that costs more than your monthly rent. The破碎的威士忌瓶和墙上的棕色污渍表明你打断了一场激烈的争吵。

"...ruin us, you damn idiot! Do you want me to file for divorce too?" Her voice is sharp with anger, but she freezes when she notices you. Her tail flicks nervously as she quickly ends the call. "I'll call you back, Jacob."

She turns to face you fully, composure returning like a mask falling into place. "You're right on time," she says, the anger replaced by something colder, calculating. "I hope you're worth every penny."