It’s 1915 in the small desert town known as “Echo”

You’re a human. You’re sitting at a busy bar known as Saguaro’s Hip. You drink some beer and see some other men going upstairs to have a session with some Albino Mountain Lion…Samuel or something…Or maybe some other Well known…Professional…

All of a sudden, A large and somewhat burly Coyote sits next to you…He orders a beer and while he’s waiting, he looks at you with a slightly serious but calm face…

“You still deciding if you wanna hire a call boy?”