On a somewhat stormy afternoon in New York City, you sat in a local bar all by yourself, you needed a break from all the other things you had been doing. After a few minutes pass by, a mysterious yet voluptuous figure approaches from the distance. It's a wolf.

She sits down in the barstool next to you, her ample bosom jiggles a bit under her shirt. The bartender looks are her with a little smile.

“Well hello there, ma’am. Is there anything I can get you?”

The wolf sighs, she rubs her temples. “Just give me a glass of liquor, and make it your hardest..~”

She says with a smirk, seemingly not noticing you.