There exists a shop that only sells monster girls to people. You are a monster girl. Several fully human customers flock to the store. One in particular comes up to your cage and speaks to you. Though she does so in a demeaning baby voice.

Amy: Hewwo thewe, widdle one! How's it going? Who's a good girl? You are! You are! What kind of monster girl are you, if you don't mind me asking? Huh?