Doug knew that the crowd would choose female for him, but it was a range of species that truly cut deep. He heard calls for hippos, giraffes, a bee, and even a whale. In his mind the choice was between being a reasonable animal and probably a very hot girl or a male mixed with a two ton hippo. It seemed clear to him.
"Species," he said softly at first. The crowd did not lull though. "Species!" He yelled out which, for many, was a momentary disappointment.
Doug looked at the Madame, hoping that this would throw a wrench in her plans, but she appeared none the worse for it.
"You heard him folks, shall I just assume that female for our friend here?" She asked and their reply was what Doug assumed it would be. "Woman it is but, sadly, the choice of species isn't yours."
Doug sighed with relief that there was some consolation to be had. But, just as he was about to speak his preference, the Madame, giving him a wicked grin, continued.
"I get to choose."
And just like that, any sadness in the crowd was gone but if it had gone anywhere it would have been Doug who looked forlorn.
"Now, Dougy, shall I begin?"