You’ve wanted a catgirl for a while, having heard they make good, inexpensive maids. On a snowy December evening, you step inside the shelter. As you walk past the enclosures, you notice several catgirls. One of them bolts the moment she sees you, scrambling into a cardboard box in her space, only the tip of her tail sticking out. A low, warning growl rumbles from inside. A seller approaches you, a young woman with a practiced smile

"Hello, sir. What are you looking for today?"