Before you can do anything, Morpho appears and taps Fifi with his wand. Slowly, her fur recedes and she transforms into a beautiful young, naked woman. The only remaining vestiges of her prior form are her fluffy, pink hair and the fact that she's still wearing a dog collar. She looks around confused as a robe is handed to her.
"You've done well, Fifi. And it's time for us to release you. We've been together for a good while now. My assistant will drive you to a hotel where you can freshen up and get your bearings."
She tries to speak but finds that she has trouble, her voice mostly coming out as a low bark punctuated by yips.
"Don't worry," Morpho says. "You'll remember how to speak again. It's been a long time."
His assistant leads the disoriented Fifi away as she shoots one sad glance back in your direction. Morpho leans down and scratches you behind your ears. It feels surprisingly good.
"Don't worry about Fifi," he says to you. "She'll acclimate to being a human again just fine. Though she may find that speaking French is a little easier than English."
He pauses for a moment and smirks.
"And she may prefer certain positions in the bed room from now on. Regardless, it looks like we have a job opening. You see, Fifi used to be a volunteer just like you. Exactly like you in fact. We had another dog and brought a young man on stage. He went through the hoop, and yadda yadda yadda. Don't ask me why, but it always works better with a male volunteer and a female dog. The audience really goes for it. So, what do you say? How would you like to be the new Fifi? Be a good girl and I'll turn you back into a human someday. Otherwise, I can just drive you over to the pound right now. It's your choice."