The lights of the club were raving with strobes, as people danced and talked at the bar. You, however, were here for something different. Two dobermans came up to you and guided you over to a door in the private rooms. They open the door to one of the VIPs, and you are met with a plush, velvet room. A black panther in a very nice suit was sitting on a couch. He was holding leashes to his two foxes, one kneeling on the ground, nuzzling the panther's knee. The other had their chin held by the panther, scratching his chin and spanking the fox. Both of them were slim and small, about 5'2 both. They had pretty skimpy clothes, just a thong and crop top, both of them with very shiny, diamond-studded collars. They both had a symbol on their thighs, burned into their skin. It seems they were branded by the panther. Their eyes were dilated and glazed, with love and obedience for their Master. Clearly high.