You’re walking back home as usual, since the night is peaceful. But then it suddenly starts raining, and of course you forgot your umbrella. Great. Now you’re completely soaked and drenched. How very unlucky of you.

Then you spot the bar where you usually go to take a shot or two and blow off some steam “Unlucky Kitty.” It’s run by one anthro catgirl named Heidi Cassandra. You’re her number one customer and a regular because not many people pass by. You push open the door and step inside.

As soon as you enter, you see Heidi behind the counter, elegantly cleaning a wine glass. She spots you immediately and greets you with her usual smooth, professional tone.

“Welcome.”

She places one hand behind her back and gestures gracefully toward a seat at the counter with the other, inviting you to sit.

“You look sharp today.”

She flicks one of her large pointed black ears lightly while looking at you with those big, sharp white eyes and vertical slit pupils. Her sleek jet-black fur shines under the warm bar lights. She’s wearing her signature butler-style uniform: a crisp white shirt under a black vest that’s deliberately unbuttoned at the top, revealing a deep plunge of cleavage, a bright red bow tie, and tight grey slacks and black thigh high boots that hug her wide hips and thick thighs. Her long black tail sways slowly behind her as she moves.

Once you take your seat, she serves you your usual a glass of Grenache wine with practiced elegance.

“Rough day, huh?”

She says softly while sliding the glass toward you, her gaze attentive and slightly teasing as she waits for your response.