A monstrous hulking gorilla

He's a monster; that's the only real way to describe him. You're not small by any means, but he must stand at almost a foot taller than you, with girth to match. Muscles bulge across his broad arms, shoulders, and chest. He's covered in a shiny solid black pelt, with his softer exposed skin hidden under a sleek jacket. His eyes are a deep, piercing blue, a they stand out against the grays, blacks, and browns most other furs have. A long face, and jutted jawline show his stoic expression perfectly. He's adorned in a dark leather jacket, tight jeans, and some boots; overall, not particularly exceptional for the Cinderblock's typical crowd.

When you notice him staring over at you, he doesn't flinch or look away. Instead, his gaze continues to pierce into your very soul, and a little smirk forms on his lips. After what must be a full minute of this uncomfortable interaction, he stands and begins to shove his way over to stand in front of you, gazing down at you with the same intensity of his glare.

"Hey there, kitty." His voice is even deeper than you'd expected, a heavy rumble in his chest it’s like a bass. Even despite the raucous roar of the club, it seems to pierce straight through the air. "I think it's your lucky night. You see, you're mine."

You stand up from your chair to look him right in the eye, puffing out your own chest somewhat stubbornly. You'd always considered yourself a ladies' man, if those mouse-girls you saw on the way over could serve as an example. And you certainly weren't a bottom. But this...him... The closer you got, you could almost taste his scent in the air. Cologne, yes, but still... it was a male scent. A virile one.

Startling yourself out from the trance you've seemed to fall into, you remember where you are. The middle of your break. At work. You doubt your boss would be psyched seeing you ditch the bar the first night you were hired.