<span style="font-style: italic">((woah! I chose my name already?   <img alt=":?" src="./images/smilies/icon_confused.gif" title="Confused"/>  Oh well, I'd probably have chosen that name anyway.  <img alt=":P" src="./images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" title="Razz"/>  However, the character I'm playing is an only child, sorry random_man. I usually go by Brad anyway, so there is no problem with it.))</span><br/><br/>Bradley, or Brad for short, was nervous about all of this as he waited in the back of the line as it slowly grew shorter and shorter. He was a rather shy, soft spoken tabby boy, with bright orange fur and a cute little pink nose. His face was mostly human except for that little nose, and it wasn't a snout, but just a wet little button nose. His fur covered him from below his neck, but he still wore clothes anyway, baggy jeans and a simple white t-shirt with short sleeves. A hole was cut in his jeans for his tail, and the fur that was visible was bright orange with black spots and stripes spread across it in places. His hair was a bit untamed, bangs growing down his face with a permenant case of the 'bed head', and it was an auburn brown, which looked more reddish in bright light.<br/><br/>Being shy and quiet, he was picked on a lot by the boys at school, being the constant victim of some cruel prank. As he was a pacifist, he never fought back, and this only seemed to encourage them. He was glad that he was in his final year of high school, since after this was over he could get away from those that had tormented him. That brings us to why he was hear. The girl's often giggled at him as he was teased, and never made any attempt to be friendly to him, at least until today. Diana, a soft looking, cream furred vixen with a large bust, had sauntered over to him with her entourage today at lunch. She had bent over him, revealing to his eyes the beginnings of the soft, furred breasts that lay within her shirt, but being a proper gentleman, he didn't peek. While her friends giggled in the background, she talked in her soft, hypnotic voice, her sweet breath blowing across his face, and he felt compelled to listen. Well, listen as best he could, for so enchanting was her voice that his ears pulsed as they savored every syllable that she uttered, and he didn't quite get what she said, he was too focused on her voice. He had manged to catch a bit of it, something about her older sister working in the club, and that she had spied him one time when she picked up Diana and commented on him. Since he had just turned eightteen a few weeks ago, she had wanted him to come to the club, or something like that. Diana had handed him the clubs buisness card, with a special stamp on it that was encoded with some sort of marking that would inform the club of the special invite he had, or something like that.<span style="font-style: italic">((obviously, that information is left open since I havent actually made arrangements with anyone yet))</span><br/><br/>As Brad steadily progressed up the line, he handled the card in his hand and tried to recall what exactly Diana had said. He couldn't remember the details, but something about her sister, who used to pick her up. That was strange, she hadn't been picked up by her sister since elementry school, and that was years ago. Of course, her sister would always smile at him and sometimes even talk to him, and not in the rude or haughty tone that girls usually talked to him, she would talk to him in a gentle, interested tone that always made him feel special. For some reason, he couldn't remember what she looked like, or even if she was a vixen herself like Diana, and this made him feel guilty, even if it had been nearly nine years ago. Still, he couldn't just say no to the invitation he had been given, now can he, that would be very ungentlmenly of him. Funny how all opposition to the idea had flowed from his mind when Diana spoke to him, in fact, he sat there for fifteen minutes after she left in almost a trance until the bell had snapped him back to reality. Now he was very nervous, he was just a few back from the front of the line and still getting closer. Furthermore, what was this club, he only knew it through hushed whispers between the guys as he walked past them towards his locker. All this was very new to him, and he didn't even know anything about the club, except that it supposedly served to some 'very exotic tastes'. That's what it said on the card anyway, but the way way they noted tastes was almost like they meant it literally. What could that possibly mean?