"What do I have to do exactly?
"If you'd read the terms of agreement clearly printed on the door of your room, you'd know that the price of one night's room service with one of our staff directly equates to three nights' employment on our staff. And to be on our staff, you have to be an animal girl."
"Oh jeez," Carl said, "Do I have to Alex does?"
The receptionist giggled, knowing exactly what Carl means. "Not unless you specifically want too. Don't rule it out either! You'll get very different feelings once we get you changed. There are a few jobs you can do, but that's the most popular job. Better than being stuck behind this desk all day, that's for sure."
"Okay, well what do you want me to do now?"
"Come with me to the Changing Room. We'll pick out a species for you and you can choose a job", the receptionist said, moving from behind the desk and taking Carl by the arm.
***
Carl stood with the receptionist in a small, dark room, inhabited only with a rack of shelves displaying a vast number of coloured vials.
"Do I get to pick what I'm going to be?" Carl asked.
"I'm afraid not," the receptionist responded. "We have hundreds of species of animals here, but we try to stick to a few which are most popular with the male guests. No point having turtle girls around!"
"Fair point."
The receptionist picked up a few and examined them tentatively. Carl couldn't make out the labels on the vials too well, however became slightly nervous when he noticed her pondering one labelled "PIG".
"Okay, he we go, I think this one would be good. Take a drink of this."
Carl took the vial, unscrewed the cap and downed it in one, not allowing his nerves to betray him. "What was it?" He asked.