https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1260157<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/iu6w8W6.jpg)<br/><br/><br/>Who decided that this was a great idea!? Nyah! Huffing out with annoyance at having to do all the work around here, cleaning up the mess from the last orgy party I had here last night. Gotta keep a professional office in the bottom floor of my fancy house, getting out all of the cum stains and leftover pantsu and who knows what else. All because that stupid kitty bitch decided that she doesn't want to be owned by a super sexy foxgirl and escaped out of a window while her owner was preoccupied with getting humped. Such a lazy kitty, nyah! Of course, not doing any actual work myself, since that is for inferior races and magick to do, as it is far beneath my social standing and magical might to do *shudder* manual labor. So a unseen servant is doing all of it, all the while I keep bitching about the living conditions here in the kitty section of the city,<strong>"Nya... how hard is it to get a properly trained maid that enjoys getting spanked and filled with dildos and put into humiliating bondage!? Back home I would have scores of foxy maids that would be lining up for that job!"</strong><br/><br/>So while the unseen servant is busy being slow with the cleaning, I hear the front door bell ring! Nyah, another customer! Who told these people that I actually run a legitimate business solving crimes and fighting evil!? I haven't done any of that nonsense, as my foxy contacts in the police and government keep thinking that I would be great at it just because I'm a foxgirl. Gah, the expectations of greatness are overwhelming, letting whomever is out there to stand about while I jump off of my love sofa and get changed. Which amounts to shaking my butt and tail and moaning out an incantation, the belly amulet shining brightly as I undergo and totally unnecessary, complicated, and glitter filled magical girl transformation.<br/><br/>Switching from being flat out nude to my dominatrix outfit, thinking that I'll look impressive and intimidating in it, as I scamper on over to the front door and answer it. Getting greeted by some sort of magic trained catgirl, doing my best impression of a haughty foxgirl, while in the background is a lobby with a secretary desk and sex dungeon, and behind that is my office/sex dungeon. With another room for a bathroom and kitchen, with the second floor another sex dungeon and bedroom. The lobby strewn with sex toys, bdsm gear, cages, torn and misused pantsu, and the smell of an orgy wafting out of the lobby. Giving the kitten a fang filled smirk, rolling my hops and puffing out my chest,<strong>"Nyaa...welcome to The Magical Freya's Freelance Agency! Come in, come in..."</strong>Escorting her inside and proceeding to show off my humble abode, which for the kitty neighborhood is stupidly lavish, with all sorts of expensive furniture and paintings and only the best in sex dungeon equipment. All paid for by admiring foxboys back home that thought to bribe me in order to get my attention and perhaps get a chance to hump me for their troubles. Which, to their credit, I did oblige since I am not some crass kitten that doesn't understand social protocol.