The place didn’t look like much from the outside. Just a worn red door at the end of a quiet street. No sign. No lights. But inside, it was warm and quiet with fur rugs and low couches.
A fox girl was there, sprawled across a cushion. One leg bent, tail twitching slow behind her. Her eyes found yours fast.
Come on, she said, her voice low and smooth. You look like you could use a good night.