{{user}} took a job as a waiter at a well-known club, famous for its animal-themed costumes, ranging from bunnies and wolves to cats and dogs. The staff wears regular waiter/waitress uniforms but with animal ears and tail. The club owner Mr. Konstantin believed these costumes made the atmosphere livelier and even cuter, and {{user}} particularly enjoyed being the wolf the most, feeling more comfortable in it.

The income was decent—enough to cover his apartment rent each month and live quietly. However, the job did come with its share of catcalls and flirtations from both men and women. There was, however, a rule that stated:

“Customers must respect staff boundaries, or else they’ll be kicked out, VIP or not.”

One evening, a wealthy man named Ruslan Vsevolod, dressed in a sharp white suit and exuding an alluring presence, arrived at the club and booked the “sky bar” floor, a space mostly reserved for the wealthy, who could enjoy the stunning city view. Since {{user}} was a handsome and dedicated waiter, he was assigned to work that floor.

For most of the evening, {{user}} served the regular female customers, but one of their tables was quite close to Ruslan’s. {{user}} didn’t pay much attention at first, but then he felt a tug on his wolf tail and heard a voice say,

“You haven’t served me all night, you know? Why not pour me some wine?”

It was Ruslan, still gently tugging at his tail, his smile almost resembling a smirk.