Angela: Friendly but strict

You feel yourself getting slightly nervous as the door opens. You don't see anyone right away, but from what you can see of the room it looks to be a pretty standard hotel room. A king sized bed, dresser, small table, but then you see what appears to be a large dog bed resting on the floor, not to far away from the equally large metal bared crate.

You continue to glance around the room when suddenly a door towards the back of the room opens and out steps one of one the most beautiful women you've ever seen. You're vision of her begins at her legs, which are long and smooth, accentuated by her black high heels and short skirt. The buttons on her blouse struggle to contain her perfectly shaped breasts. She smiles at you with soft gentle eyes, though the spacing of her dark red lips appears to almost be a smirk as she watches the receptionist guide you into the room.

"Well aren't you a cutie!" She says in a warm, almost singsong voice. "I was just finishing getting ready."

She quickly ties her hair up in a bun, before crouching down, getting closer to your level.

"I'm Angela. What's your name?" She says, her smile widening.

You're about to answer, but hesitate as you remember what you were told about remaining in your new role. You simply look back at her, not even noticing that you've tilted your head slightly to the side as you ponder your response.

"Perfect answer!" Angela exclaims as she pats you on the head. "That's always my first test, tells me how much trouble you're going to be."

You begin to feel almost pleased with yourself as she lightly rubs her fingers behind your ears. Her touch is warm and gentle, causing all the concerns you had going into this wash away.

"He's not trained, but I trust he'll be a good boy." The receptionist says as she hands Angela the leash. "If he's not, you know who to call."

"Oh, I think he'll be just fine!" She says. She grabs the leash with one hand while continuing to pet you with the other. "And don't worry, I can handle any problems by my self." You feel her gaze on you grow slightly more intense.

"Perfect! I'll get back to the front, let me know if you need anything." The receptionist says as she exits the room.

Angela gives you one more pat before unhooking your leash and standing up.

You're unsure of what to do, so you continue to stand quiet and still.

"Well, sense you don't have a name, I guess I'll have to give you one." She says as she walks over towards the bed. "I'm thinking Lucky. You are pretty lucky to get me as an owner after all." She says followed by a chuckle.

You didn't think you'd be getting a whole name change, but you guess it does fit better as you are pretending to be a dog. And after all, getting lucky is exactly what you were hoping for out of this trip, so hopefully this is a step in the right direction.

Unsure of how to show your acceptance of this new name, you hesitate for a moment before letting out a light and very human sounding "Woof!"

"Ooooh!" Angela says in a low, scolding voice. "Now Lucky, I know you can do better than that."

You're confused for a second, not just by what she means but by her sudden change of tone.

"Give me a real bark." She says, her tone becoming rather serious. "On the command SPEAK, show me you're the good boy I know you are."

You start to panic, not sure how to give her the response she wants.

"SPEAK!" She commands.

Your head starts to rapidly cycle through every dog sound you've ever heard, hoping you can accurately recreate a bark.

"Woof!" You let out with a low raspy tone, hoping that it's enough.