"Well... I guess. I just thought I'd ask, Jane." He said in regard to the mealtime, "You'll get fed three times a day with me, and there will be snacks too." They may change a lot of the women into pets, but most of the "pet" food was vegetables and soy, maybe fish if the pet wasn't allergic or adverse to such substances. Jonas mostly ate the meat substitutes himself.<br/><br/>He smiled at her, "You may call me master, or mister, Jonas, or any combination." He said. He didn't really put a lot of stock in treating them like slaves, just pets. "Oh," he pointed to the large walk-in closet in he corner closest the beds, "That's your wardrobe, I ordered it to fit the three of you." Clothes for your pets was a popular money-maker as well. The closet held everything from the skimpiest thong to the most elaborate costume. The cuts were made for pets to allow tails and such.<br/><br/>"I'm glad you like it here." He said gently rubbing her shoulder. She was a sweet thing. He was sure he would enjoy all his new pets. "What do you want to do now?" He asked gently. It was strange having a pet who could talk back, but it wasn't totally without its uniqueness. Jonas looked at her body appreciatively. It was a top-of-the-line job turning her into a fox. He approved.