"No LEGS?!" said Chris, surprised. "Well...oh, hang on. I can only suspect that means something else..." As Ptricia led them into the manager's office, the wolf looked around. "Er, where is sh-whoa..." he starts, and self-consciously takes a step back. "Uh...Hi. Nice to meet you, miss Maeve." He walked forward, and took the fin in his paw, shaking it for a moment before stepping back. "I just wanted to meet you to say thanks for getting us this gig tonight. You know Ptricia, so you know nothing's going to get out of hand. But there's something I have to ask." He<br/>scuffled his feet for a second. "...what exactly is this "vore-themed party night"? What kind of stuff happens? I just want to know, so I don't stop playing and stare for too long." He laughs cheerfully.