You go through several non-descript offices and corridors, seeing more anthro people of various types and species go about their ways. Some seem rather plain other then being anthromorphic, down to relatively fitting business casual clothing. Others were blatantly sexual in gaudy clothing, others more monsterous or inhuman, but all seeming to do their business in an orderly manner other then some sexual acts done in a private more to not bother others then for diginity.
Escorted accordingly, you go from offices to cubilcles, talking to anthros of various types, usually management you would guess. They seemed to ask things like how interviews with go, primarily talking about background and your experience in the Savannah. You were hesitant at first, but if they really wanted to mess up your life, it was already beyond that point. Oddest were the questions that seemed fairly random, like off a "Are you batshit evil crazy?" check list on a job application.
When it was all said and done, you were brought to a meeting room with some of the previous managers you talked with before.
"Welcome, Mr. John Doe, which is your current name at our resort. After carefully reviewing your case, we would like to offer you a job here. Now regardless about how you feel about this or ask anything else, we could really just make you a mindless beast for breeding if we wanted to. However, we have come to the conclusion that not only are you much more productive then this, but you may also enjoy having a job here as well."
You mulled it over for a bit, the managers seeming content to let you think for a bit.
So far you were a Zebra woman, completely with some anatomy issues and general sexiness. As well as a survivalist's training and mentality, although you weren't sure how much of that was due to the odd experience in the Savannah area. It was kind of enjoyable, and there was the subtle threat of being turned into some mindless beast if you turned anything down. You sighed and responded.
"Is there a selection of jobs?" you inquired.
"Glad you asked." Responded one of the managers.
You were handed a vanilla folder containings sheets for various jobs and their descriptions. The interview was concluded, them offering that you should take time to think things over.
You were escorted to what you recognized as a hotel room with the basics available, and you heard a click behind you as you were left to your own devices. You figured you we're still a prisoner at the moment.
You look over the jobs...