Purring out with content over how successful the grand opening was, looking over the papers and the safe to see the money is there, along with putting the 10k gp in there as well. Wiggling my own butt from side to side, covered by the dress as I look at Daniel and the foxy slut under the desk. Listening in on the story about how Pammy was kidnapped or some such nonsense.<br/><br/>Taking over the front desk and seeing the foxy strapped down there, as I hike up my dress and plant her muzzle into my crotch as I wiggle into my chair. Sighing out with content as I ponder this problem some more,<strong>"Meh, they can keep her, she is only a silly 5 tail foxy at all. You need to go back massaging clients and getting your 200 gp quota to have your very own pet!"</strong><br/><br/>All the while helping any more customers that come in, while lifting out my crystal ball, setting it onto the desk, and casting scrying on it. Focusing on the collar I have around Pammy's neck to see what is what and to tell mommy to send the royal guards to set some buildings on fire and murder some family members.