The girl recoiled in horror at this option.  Her, be the pet of this creature?  Considering her current situation, it seemed unthinkable.  Nevertheless, she weighed the options in her head.<br/><br/>Death...<br/><br/>... being a slave to the anthro dog.<br/><br/>Neither were particularly appealing options.  She groaned, kicking the stomach walls a little.  "I don't think I plan on being your 'pet'," she muttered.  "You're not really the kind of person that I would want to take orders from.  Or even stick by."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Somewhere nearby, a young catgirl sat listlessly at the counter in a spacious bar.  Her brown eyes carried a slight scoression of boredom; she sighed and smiled lazily to herself, humming a little.  Her hair was brown, fairly long, and parted by her ears, which were black and velvety.  Her tail, which was of similar description, swished gently behind her.  She was wearing a black spaghetti strap top and jeans.  The catgirl, whose name was Melody, had been working at the bar for a couple of years now.  She liked her job - it was a nice place - the bar was tasteful, interesting, bringing in interesting people on good days, and she liked to sit and listen and make small talk with the people who came in or maybe giggle at the idiots who got outrageously drunk.  She admired the look of the place; there were couches and mahogany tables surrounded by matching chairs.  It was very quaint for a bar.  It almost had a dusty feel to it.  The soft brown of the furniture coupled with the aged yellowish-white of the walls lent a sense of antiquity.  Outside, in big letters, it read 'The Lucky Tavern'.<br/>Melody sat back and waited for her service to be required.  Save for a few lonely fellows drinking, the place was oddly empty.