"I really don't feel like it," you mutter, hoping not to incite her anger.
"Jeez, Steph really took it all out of you stud," Alice replies, visibly disappointed. "You know what they do when the stud can't perform anymore? Take a guess."
"Let him free?"
Alice laughs. "You've got a sense of humour! No, they get rid of them. Take them out the back and- bang!" She manipulates her soft paw into something reminiscient of a gun shape, pulling the figurative trigger right in your face.
The pig returns with a bucket filled with vegetable waste. Old carrots and the like. "This is my breakfast?"
"Be grateful," the pig says. "We've got a lobster girl, Emily, all she gets is water skimmed from the top of the pond out back. Living off algae and fungus."
"Are you not worried she'll starve to death?" You ask, knowing the answer.
"She gets enough clients, she'll be out of here next few days," Alice reasons. "Besides, she needs to keep her figure. Lobster girl is a bit of a niche, she needs to look her best."
As you reluctantly gobble up the foul-smelling feed you've been given, the cat girl peers her head round the door. "We've got a client out front," she says.
"Okay girls, time to get to work," Alice says enthusiastically.
You look up expectantly, unsure what to do.
"Oh right. Take the stud back to his cage. Wash him later with the rest of them."
***
You sit in your cage, anxious to get out and talk to Steph. You're both in immediate danger. A clank sounds, the door opening, and you and all the other girls raise your ears in the hope of being let out for a short time.
"Oh, it's just their next victim. Poor guy," you think, as you watch the cat girl guide a guy about your age through the corridor. He carefully studies the girls, trying to decide which to choose. At first you lose interest, getting back to waiting for a chance to talk to Steph- then a realisation hits you.
"Oh god, what happens if he picks Steph! She's one client away from... oh no!"
The guy stops and turns to the cat. "Okay, I'll have..."