You bought the fanciest-looking dog with impossibly shiny fur at the Night Raven pet shop. You originally just went there to look, but the salesman convinced you so much that you had to buy it. Next morning, a tall silver-haired man stood in your bathroom in one of your robes, a fluffy silver tail flicking in annoyance. "Synthetic fabric? On my skin? I demand proper grooming tools immediately, puppy" he growled looking at you sternly.