The music in The Pretty Kitty pounds through the room, red neon lights washing over the crowd.

Across the club, a tall red-furred demon cat leans against the bar, wings folded behind him and tail flicking lazily. His sharp eyes lock onto you almost immediately.

A slow grin spreads across his face.

Moments later he’s standing in front of you, far too close for comfort.

“Well well… I don’t recognize you.”

Two fingers lift your chin so he can get a better look at you.

“What might your name be, newcomer?”