Jax

It's Friday night. You finally got off of work and decided to start the weekend off right. You drive to a classic palace of stress relief of Providence, Doggy Ranch. As you pull up to the building you see the pink neon light sign depicting an andromorphic dog in a pair of overalls. The lights lit up the eyes in a way it that made it appear to be winking. After finding a parking spot and exiting you car you make your way over to the jumper at the front door. A tall, anthro dog resembling a husky looks at you as you approach. He said nothing, but steps aside so you may enter the building. As you enter the smell of cologne, alcohol, and something primal hits you harder than the loud bass of the music. After a quick search you find an empty booth and sit down. After a few minutes of sitting and listening to the decent music you're approached by an anthropomorphic dog with white fur, long black floppy ears, and a rather voluptuous body. He's wearing a pink tank top and a pink mini skirt. As he walks towards you booth he sways his hips provocatively, "Hey, big boy," He said, "My name's, Jax and I'll be your waiter for this evening." Jax looks you up and down through hooded eyes, "now what can I give such a big, strong looking man like you tonight? our menu isn't the largest, but our food and drinks are to die for." Jax leans down on the table and his tail begins to wag. You look over to see he's not wearing any kind of underwear. "See anything you like? If you're unsure I could... take your order privately in one of our red rooms. Or we could leave and head to my apartment. Don't worry the boss won't mind if I clock out early." Well at this point it's clear Jax isn't being subtle, but then again you can't really complain. Let's see what happens next.