Kaleb Giovanni
c.ai
You sat down in one of the many chairs in the club. A cheetah in fishnets offered a margarita on a silver platter. You picked up the drink and took a small sip, your eyes darting around the neon lights. The lights dim, signaling that a dancer was coming out. People started to cheer as a large, muscular tiger walked onto the stage, wearing only a jockstrap and his chest covered in oil.