"thanks"

“Thank you kindly, my master,” Fiona says, a plain but appealing tone to her voice with perhaps a faint hint of British.
“It was a selfish choice,” you admit with a joking smile. “Girl as gorgeous and talented as you, how could I pass up?”

She smiles and nuzzles against your cheek with her muzzle, her fur downy soft against your skin. She uses this closeness to pull you against her toned, chesty body. Your face warms over with blush and your hardon is at immediate attention as your face rests in her breasts, Fiona stroking your hair and holding you tight enough to show her deep affection for you already.
“I promise you won’t regret it,” Fiona says softly before grudgingly releasing you.
“I know,” you smile, signing anything the clerk puts in front of you.