You shake your head. You're loaded; you can afford much better than this tiny and probably STD-ridden club. So, why not go to that better place? You turn around and walk the other way... And realize that you're not quite sure where that place would be. You shrug; it's no problem. You'll find it, just fine. You just don't know when.
... Maybe there's a place where you can inquire as to the whereabouts of such places? You certainly don't want to start asking random furs on the street where you can find the best and cleanest strippers. Maybe you can find a town directory. Yeah, that's what you'll do; look at a directory. Or a phone book, if those still exist... But where are you going to find one? You run all of these thoughts through your head as you're walking down the sidewalk.
All of the answers come to you, though, as you walk by a pair of glass doors. You casually look upwards at a large sign above the door and read it:
Zaftig City Bank
A bank, obviously. "Hmmm..." you say to yourself. "No reason there wouldn't be a phone book in there." You walk through the doors, greeted by a couple of potted plants and a line of obese furs waiting behind a fat goat teller's booth. You look about the surprisingly small lobby, hoping to find a pay-phone with a phone book hanging off of it, but all you see are a couple of chairs and a rather imposing rhinoceros security guard. You'll just have to ask one of the tellers if they have one... And while you're at it, you might as well open an account; you get the feeling that this whole "situation" isn't going to be a temporary thing, and you'll be here for a while. You're about to get in line when you notice a new teller opening up a booth next to the goat. You wait a moment, seeing if someone else wants to abandon the line and speak to the new teller, but nobody does; either they don't notice it, or they just don't care, for some reason. You shrug, and walk up to the new teller.
She's a rather thick orange fox; while you can't see her from the chest down, you can tell that she enjoys her food just as much as everyone else in the city. She turns to you and smiles. Before you can ask for anything, she opens her mouth and says...
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