A member of the Entertainer's Guild.  If member she could be called.  The slender Konnetti curled upon her bed, lightly picking at the blanket that lay trailing onto the floor.  Golden strands of hair falling over the edge of the bed, soft white fur catching the eye as she would turn slightly, staring at the ceiling.  Sometimes she adored what she did.. Dancing, her feet barely touching the wooden floor of the stage.  Sharing quiet glasses of wine with the wealthier clientèle.. Though she had a rather dreadful fear that eventually she was going catch the eye of someone with enough money to make it worth the risk of getting caught..<br/><br/>The konetti turning over on the bed, letting the sharp fangs dig lightly into her lip.  She had found herself becoming more and more worried of late.  Noticing lingering glances.  The usual groping hands becoming more persistent.  Her fingers lightly drawing over the soft cheek, feeling those silken hairs caress the tender underside of her paw.  Of course, vague worry had caught up to her..<em> Just earlier that night she had been on 'duty', dancing, entertaining, spinning delicate stories for those who could pay for the privilege.  Enjoying herself.  Bestowing a smile here.  A playful wink there.  Only to feel a rough hand grasp the pert curve of her ass.. </em>A small frown touching her lips at the memory even as she would draw a slow breath..<em>Her tail snapping straight up with anger, before she would turn, the smack of her delicate paw against his face..</em><br/><br/>“Biggest Mistake of my life..”  Her hands fretting at the blanket before she would hear the sudden pounding of feet outside her door.  Obviously the Mistress of the Entertainer's Guild was coming to reprimand her..  Her tail twitching with nervous energy even as sh would slide out of her bed, her hands smoothing down the soft fabric of her harem pants.  The exact same shade of green as her eyes.  The tiny top barely seeming to hold the full round orbs in place, constantly seeming on the edge of falling out of them.  She would run her fingers through her hair, trying to steel herself with a meeting with the head of her Guild...