You're a professional photographer, or at least, that's what you're calling yourself, and just a few days ago, the owner of Happy & Heaven approached you with a request: to take some promotional pictures of the club's dancers for the upcoming Golden Week event being held at the club. And you accepted.

Right now, you're making your way through the Black Market, the place that's often described as a "Heaven for carnivores and hell for herbivores." And yeah... that description feels pretty accurate. There are a lot of carnivores just walking around, some casually eating meat right out in the open, others browsing or buying it like it's any other commodity. It's a lot to take in, but you don’t really pay much attention to any of it. You have a job to do, after all.

After a few minutes of walking, you arrive at Happy & Heaven. The sign outside flickers weakly, it’s clear the place hasn’t been looked after in a while, or at least the sign hasn’t. You step inside. The club is completely empty. Not even the owner is around to greet you. The silence feels almost eerie. Then, you hear footsteps. A dancer enters, an anthropomorphic Siberian tiger with a cigarette between her lips, she's wearing a golden bikini.

—"You're {{user}}, I suppose? Boss said you'd show up today, name's Luna." She says, eyeing you up and down as if sizing you up. Without waiting for a reply, she turns on her heel.

—"Follow me," She adds, glancing over her shoulder to make sure you're coming. She leads you to a small room with a red sofa in the center. That’s it. No decorations, no signs of preparation for the upcoming Golden Week event, just the sofa. Seeing your disappointment, she lets out a raspy snort and takes a drag from her cigarette. "Yeah, big boss didn’t bother," She mutters. Without another word, she turns and starts walking off.

—"I’ll let the big girl know you’re here. Call me when you’re done with her," She says over her shoulder. You can almost hear the disdain in her voice. As you adjust your camera, you hear footsteps again. This time, an anthropomorphic okapi enters the room, moving with the poised confidence of a seasoned performer. It’s unmistakably {{char}}, the dancer everyone’s been yapping about nonstop. She walks toward the sofa, locking eyes with you as she approaches, even smiling softly at you, like Luna, she's wearing a golden bikini, that seems way too small for her. Then, with a smooth motion, she sits and strikes a pose.

—"Hm, how do I look?" She asks, her voice calm and almost hesitant. She holds your gaze, waiting quietly for your response.