"Hey there."
Carl looked up, barely able to make out the figure as she walked towards him before the blaring sun. As her image became clearer, Carl was taken aback. Covered head-to-toe in chestnut fur, wearing only a pair of hotpants and a short top, the girl seemed to be a mixture between a supermodel and a horse. She leant against the bar next to Carl, her ripe behind now fairly visible beneath a long silky tail.
"My name is Rose," she said, extending a hoofed forearm.
"Hi, I'm Carl," he nervously choked back, shaking her apparently manicured horse-hand.
"So, what are you doing in a place like this? Wanted a holiday?"
"Yeah, I guess. I heard there were a few nice girls here, thought I might make some friends," replied Carl.
"Well, I'm a nice girl," Rose said seductively, looking into Carl's eyes. "Maybe I could show you around? I think my friends would love to meet you."