07-07-2017, 07:06 PM
However, an hour or so into her stay there and that same feeling cropped up again, that same feeling loneliness. What was the point of having a penthouse suite if you’re the only one who could enjoy it? Even rich people at least had their groupies to share their space with. I mean, after you built your own house inside an underground geode it’s difficult to stay impressed at prime real estate alone.
As soon as the novelty died down, she was back on her phone, perusing google searches. She was skimming through a list of all the local businesses that are open late. She figured she could do some shopping at least, or just go anywhere there might be people, socialize or something.
One business title caught her attention though.
“Retail?” She said, reading it out loud.
She remembered there was a store called called Re-Tail back in her town, a cute little pawn shop run by a pair of spunky Alpacas. Could it possibly be the same store? That would be an incredible coincidence.
While it wasn’t the mayor, she could use a little bit of nostalgia, a little bit of familiarity. She hoped it’s even run by the same people. Heck, even just any animal kind, she just wanted something she can recognize because she’s been in a sea of strangers since she arrived in this crazy world.
She set the gps on her phone and took to the streets, throwing out her motorcycle before driving out in the city roads. She imagined a quaint little shop selling furniture and home goods, and friendly service from a couple that love each other madly.
ReTail, it was an animal-person based strip joint in a seedy part of town. Because of course it was.
She grunted angrily, it felt like these sorts of places follow her no matter where she goes. She almost liked the Ashen Steppes the most because it was the only place so far she hasn’t encountered a strip club! She didn’t want to fall down the spiralling staircase that was her emotions attached to places like this, so she revved up her motor in preparation to leave and find some place else.
But, before she could, she spotted something in the corner of her eye. Lined along side the big double doors was a venue of posters, each one advertising a single girl showing that night. One of them was a blue cat with white tips on her paws and ears, and splash of dark blue hair on her head. It couldn’t be who she thought it was, but the resemblance was unmistakable.
“Rosie?” Her eyes widened, she was biting her lip.
She was a cat from her village, she could remember quite vividly the little ball of sunshine she was. She couldn’t even imagine her working a horrid place like this. Even though the two of them weren’t super close, she had to save her!
She pocketed her motorcycle and marched on towards the doors. She was immediately blocked by an arm belonging to a suited man standing about twice her size.
“Now hold on missy, you’re going to have to wait in line like everyone else!”
Isabelle, stressing the possible consequences of waiting, yanked out a bunch of coins and held it up to the man.
“Please, I need to see Rosie!” She cried out.
The man looked over the coins and then looked over her. He scooped up the money from her paws and grinned at her.
“You must be one thirsty little canine! Come inside then!” He said, chuckling and shaking his head.
Izzy didn’t want to argue with him on why he brought up alleged dehydration in all this. Instead, she walked inside.
“Yo! Dooby! Set up this bitch with Rosie! She’s paid up!” Called out the bouncer from the door.
Izzy didn’t want to argue how that was her kind’s word and not to be used casually, she didn’t have the time.
A blonde haired human girl in a white dress guided Isabelle by the shoulders.
“I’m surprised! I’m not used to receiving girl customers!” She said with a smile.
“What? Custo-”
“Oh, I know I know, you want to be discreet about it. Not another word!”
She moved ahead of Izzy, taking her paw and pulling her up a small flight of stairs onto a stage, and she lightly nudged the dog into a seat that was positioned at the end of a long stretch, something like a fashion runway but poles were interspersed along the path. Men of various shapes, sizes, and fashions were waiting behind the stage.
“Now you just relax, the girls will be out to entertain you shortly!”
Izzy felt nervous the first time the girl took her shoulders, but it was impalpable at this point.
“Wh-what is uh...” But the hostess that brought her on stage was already walking away, heading for the bar to collect a tray of drinks.
Suddenly, the stage went dark, colored spotlights flickered on and focused on the stage.
The music plays.
As soon as the novelty died down, she was back on her phone, perusing google searches. She was skimming through a list of all the local businesses that are open late. She figured she could do some shopping at least, or just go anywhere there might be people, socialize or something.
One business title caught her attention though.
“Retail?” She said, reading it out loud.
She remembered there was a store called called Re-Tail back in her town, a cute little pawn shop run by a pair of spunky Alpacas. Could it possibly be the same store? That would be an incredible coincidence.
While it wasn’t the mayor, she could use a little bit of nostalgia, a little bit of familiarity. She hoped it’s even run by the same people. Heck, even just any animal kind, she just wanted something she can recognize because she’s been in a sea of strangers since she arrived in this crazy world.
She set the gps on her phone and took to the streets, throwing out her motorcycle before driving out in the city roads. She imagined a quaint little shop selling furniture and home goods, and friendly service from a couple that love each other madly.
ReTail, it was an animal-person based strip joint in a seedy part of town. Because of course it was.
She grunted angrily, it felt like these sorts of places follow her no matter where she goes. She almost liked the Ashen Steppes the most because it was the only place so far she hasn’t encountered a strip club! She didn’t want to fall down the spiralling staircase that was her emotions attached to places like this, so she revved up her motor in preparation to leave and find some place else.
But, before she could, she spotted something in the corner of her eye. Lined along side the big double doors was a venue of posters, each one advertising a single girl showing that night. One of them was a blue cat with white tips on her paws and ears, and splash of dark blue hair on her head. It couldn’t be who she thought it was, but the resemblance was unmistakable.
“Rosie?” Her eyes widened, she was biting her lip.
She was a cat from her village, she could remember quite vividly the little ball of sunshine she was. She couldn’t even imagine her working a horrid place like this. Even though the two of them weren’t super close, she had to save her!
She pocketed her motorcycle and marched on towards the doors. She was immediately blocked by an arm belonging to a suited man standing about twice her size.
“Now hold on missy, you’re going to have to wait in line like everyone else!”
Isabelle, stressing the possible consequences of waiting, yanked out a bunch of coins and held it up to the man.
“Please, I need to see Rosie!” She cried out.
The man looked over the coins and then looked over her. He scooped up the money from her paws and grinned at her.
“You must be one thirsty little canine! Come inside then!” He said, chuckling and shaking his head.
Izzy didn’t want to argue with him on why he brought up alleged dehydration in all this. Instead, she walked inside.
“Yo! Dooby! Set up this bitch with Rosie! She’s paid up!” Called out the bouncer from the door.
Izzy didn’t want to argue how that was her kind’s word and not to be used casually, she didn’t have the time.
A blonde haired human girl in a white dress guided Isabelle by the shoulders.
“I’m surprised! I’m not used to receiving girl customers!” She said with a smile.
“What? Custo-”
“Oh, I know I know, you want to be discreet about it. Not another word!”
She moved ahead of Izzy, taking her paw and pulling her up a small flight of stairs onto a stage, and she lightly nudged the dog into a seat that was positioned at the end of a long stretch, something like a fashion runway but poles were interspersed along the path. Men of various shapes, sizes, and fashions were waiting behind the stage.
“Now you just relax, the girls will be out to entertain you shortly!”
Izzy felt nervous the first time the girl took her shoulders, but it was impalpable at this point.
“Wh-what is uh...” But the hostess that brought her on stage was already walking away, heading for the bar to collect a tray of drinks.
Suddenly, the stage went dark, colored spotlights flickered on and focused on the stage.
The music plays.
Quote:Specifically this one: https://youtu.be/wv-34w8kGPM
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