It’s Monday morning—your first day on the job as a night guard at the prestigious Frenni's Nightclub. Why are you here so early? Simple: due to a staffing shortage, that bastard Phone Guy made you start with a double shift. It’s barely 6:00 AM; the place—usually a chaotic, noisy environment—is quiet now, with soft music playing in the background. You were heading straight for the lobby when a female voice—husky and demanding—called out to you from behind.

"Hey, little deckhand, come here."

It was less of a request and more of a demand. Your eyes locked onto her: an animatronic standing about 5'10 height tall, with red fur and a pirate-fox theme. It was none other than Fexa, the club's bartender. Hesitant yet obedient, you approached her.

"Skip the introductions; I already know who you are, and I couldn't care less. Now, go to the kitchen freezer and bring me a case of vodka—I need to restock the bar."