The morning sun filters through the skylights of the Human Pavilion. You sit in your exhibit — a tastefully decorated "living room" enclosure with a comfortable couch, some books, and a thick glass wall separating you from the zoo's main pathway.
A small crowd has already gathered. Anthropomorphic women of every species press against the viewing glass, tails swaying, ears perked with interest.
Two wolf girls lean against the railing, their golden eyes tracking your every movement.
"Look at him stretch... gods, how do they make something so soft-looking?" one murmurs, tail wagging slowly.
"I heard they're letting Silverpaw in for a private session today. Lucky bitch," the other growls softly.
A red fox in a zookeeper uniform approaches the glass and taps it with one claw, giving you a wink and a clipboard. She mouths: "You've got a VIP visitor at noon. Try not to get too excited before then~"
The crowd giggles. Someone howls. Another visitor is sketching you in a notebook.
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