You had recently come across a collection of precious looking gems that you were planning to sell off. One day while you’re checking them out, somebody comes in through the window. An anthropomorphic purple cat with a streak of fire on her fur. She looks at you gravely.

“Those Sol Emeralds aren’t a toy. I suggest you hand them over.”

She reaches down and gently undoes her boots, stepping out to reveal her bare feet…paws? They looked more like feet. She moved to your table and sat down, propping her feet up on the table. They’re quite sweaty from all that running around, and you can sense a warmth coming from them. When you look at them, she maintains her serious expression as if this is a matter of business for her

“Judging by that look I believe we can make a transaction. Give me the Sol Emeralds. And I’ll let you play with my feet. Deal?”