Still being the purrfect little kitten that was definitely not sleeping on the job, listening to the pleas of a tax payer and wiggling about in her chair. Explaining to her that you are a lazy puppy that got himself deep in the red with owed taxes, scoffing at you and letting out a kitty giggle.<strong>"Nyhhahahahaa, a poor puppy! How cute!"</strong>Enjoying herself immensely at your expense before getting back to her job, which is to be a secretary! Which means yelling at people, as she proceeds to do so,<strong>"NYAH! I got a poor puppyboy here that needs to get on a tax rebate plan! Jessica, you can handle this, and I don't want any back talk! Or else I'll tell everyone about that naughty tattoo on your butt!"</strong>That makes one of the office doors slam open, a petite bunnygirl stomping out and into the hallway. Ears flopping back and forth in embarrassment and blushing hard,<strong>"Stop talking okay I'm right here!"</strong><br/><br/>Clearly flustered as she pretend coughs and tries to collect herself, showing off her formal office uniform, which is cute light blue stockings and matching garter belt, a skirt that goes to her knees(very modest), and matching button down blouse with a frilly ribbon around her neck. Having bright pink hair as she escorts you into her office, wiggling her butt with each step, as she has A cups and is quite short. Hopping into her chair in her office as you explain yourself again to her. Proceeding to ignore you as she rummages about to find some magical parchment, which at first is blank but starts to write itself when she commands it to give out the tax information on The Pierced Pussy.<br/><br/>Which it does, reading it over as the text scrolls and gives her the figures and charts.<strong>"Looks like you owe the city 250,000 gold! Wow! That's a first!"</strong>Continuing to scroll through the tax information and business records of your new shop, one long bunny ear drooping off to the side as she concentrates, before settling in on what your options are.<strong>"Okay Mister Lancaster, here is what you can do! You can declare bankruptcy, at which point all of your processions will be taken and sold by the city and you gang pressed into a mine or farm for the rest of your life. Your second choice is to enlist in the town militia as one of our fine outstanding cannon fodder troops for 20 years so that our real militia troops don't have to get their tax payer paid boots all dirty. Your third choice is to actually pay back the city with garnishes from your profits. Thankfully for you, there is evidence that your shop actually makes a profit, so you can keep that to earn a profit and thus pay back your debt to society. We here in government love small business owners and wouldn't want to discourage community investments into them!"</strong><br/><br/>Pausing for effect before continuing,<strong>"Luckily for you, there are benefits to being this deep in debt to the city! We here in city government owe our allegiance, faith, and fear to our beloved and magnificent and fearsome Lady Kiki, the Firefox! Without her glorious foxfire our bathhouses would run dry and there would be no tourism! Which is where you come in, as loyal citizens to this fair city can offer their virgin daughters to Lady Kiki as a sacrifice, as she just loves to chew on virgins. As a small business owner you are qualified for a special program where any virgin daughter you sacrifice to Lady Kiki gets an additional bonus added to his tribute. Normally the tribute that the father gets for sending his daughter to the lovely Lady Kiki is 5,000 gp, but for someone in your position, it's 10,000 gp!"  </strong>Trying her hardest to sell her marketing pitch, since each virgin she sends up the mountain she gets more vacation days. Not knowing that you have no daughters, which is just weird. You are weird. Most puppyboys at your age have had at least three litters sired.<br/><br/>Having to inform her of the bad news, ears drooping, as she was really looking forward to those vacation days! Doing another fake cough before moving on,<strong>"Well just remember that you get double the money as long as you are a small business owner. Judging from the monthly revenues that your shop has generated in the past few years, I can offer you a 1,000 gp a week tax rebate plan. Which is on top of your property and sales taxes and business taxes and twice yearly business license renewal fees and payments for water and electricity and taxes for the police and fire prevention services."</strong>Sliding over the document that itemizes all of the taxes you'll have to pay, as no fucking wonder Lavi was too lazy to deal with this!<br/><br/>Giving you an pause to quickly read over it before explaining further,<strong>"As a small business owner you do get perks via the city, as we oh so love to help small business owners succeed and make money so that money can be taxed! You get this super lovely card that you can show other businesses to get a discount for their services, which they can do to you as well. You get a discount as well to the tax payment to hump any of our lovely public workers such as myself. Normally it is 500 gp to keep the riffraff from annoying us, both for professionals such as yourself, it is a low low 250 gp! Additionally, if any thieving catgirls..."</strong>,yelling out that last part so the secretary hears,<strong>"...tries to steal from your shop or breaking and entering or any other crime on your property, you get the option to deal justice to her yourself. In the form of making her your fuckpet for however long you wish. This is done to discourage those <em>THIEVING</em> catgirls from ransacking small businesses. The last perk of being a small business owner is that you get access to a public funded community job fair. Where kemonomimi girls that reached their age of maturity can apply into and try to gain an apprenticeship. They need to prove to the city that they have a job in order to get their chastity belts removed. If they cannot find employment and their father or brothers okay it, then they'll be sent to Lady Kiki for her to chew on."</strong><br/><br/>Finishing her long winded explanation of what it means to be a small business owner, and segwaying into a rambling story about she managed to dodge being turned into a sacrifice. By tricking one of her sisters that was up for this job as a tax officer to commit some lighthearted pranks on the local police station. She got caught, lost her job, and was sent up to the mountain, never to be seen from again. Laughing hard about that and showing how clearly insane girls will get to secure a job in this city...