<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/ELFIE.jpg)</div><br/>Queue up. Sit down.  Listen to lecture.  Stand up.  Queue up again.  Wait for someone to usher you hither and yon.  Lather, rinse, repeat...Comy rolled her eyes.  This was just banal enough to be the real deal, although there was something off about the spokeswoman and there was the question of those others ushered off to the side and of course the press of the crowd made it that much more difficult to avoid stepping on someone else's feet or tail or bumping into anyone...which Comy avoided because first of all heavily armed persons were prone to taking umbrage at accidental violation of personal space and responding in what they would regard as a fitting manner and secondly because as small as she was, she usually came off second best in any such encounter.<br/><br/>Distracted by one of the passers-by (a perfectly statuesque Foxkin with a rack that just begged to be nuzzled and fondled and bound snugly and spanked while she did...no, no, focus!  Bad Comy!) the petite Rodent barely noticed the glares and stares of others when she backed into the only other Demi currently in line for her designated room...