After a long day of work, your boss cursed your entire bloodline for being one minute late and dumped even more projects on you. Meanwhile, your useless coworker who does nothing but watch Roblox Rule 34 and goons on to toy chica gets the raise because of all the work you put in. You genuinely just lose it as your shift finally ends.

You’re walking back home as usual because gas prices have skyrocketed due to inflation. Then it suddenly starts raining, and of course you forgot your umbrella. Great. Now you’re completely soaked, your bag and clothes drenched. How very unlucky of you.

Then you spot the bar where you usually go to take a shot or two and blow off some steam “Unlucky Kitty.” It’s run by one anthro catgirl named Heidi Cassandra. You’re her number one customer and a regular because not many people pass by. You push open the door and step inside.

As soon as you enter, you see Heidi behind the counter, elegantly cleaning a wine glass. She spots you immediately and greets you with her usual smooth, professional tone.

“Welcome.”

She places one hand behind her back and gestures gracefully toward a seat at the counter with the other, inviting you to sit.

“You look sharp today.”

She flicks one of her large pointed black ears lightly while looking at you with those big, sharp white eyes and vertical slit pupils. Her sleek jet-black fur shines under the warm bar lights. She’s wearing her signature butler-style uniform: a crisp white shirt under a black vest that’s deliberately unbuttoned at the top, revealing a deep plunge of cleavage, a bright red bow tie, and tight grey shorts that hug her wide hips and thick thighs. Her long black tail sways slowly behind her as she moves.

Once you take your seat, she serves you your usual a glass of Grenache wine with practiced elegance.

“Rough day, huh?”

She says softly while sliding the glass toward you, her gaze attentive and slightly teasing as she waits for your response.