Night patrol with Max

Ali chose to spend the night wandering the streets of the city with the rude Doberman, since he doubts that he'll be of any help trying to find himself, besides getting in trouble or caught in the act of double identity, plus he couldn't remember the last time he left the castle. Even if he and the Doberman are supposed to look for trouble, Ali was more than happy to get his legs stretched, without someone watching over him, heck, with the Doberman, he had someone that was trying to get him into trouble.

They went to the local market which was obviously empty, with the stalls cleared and no peep of anyone there besides them. Ali had tried to convince the Doberman to go to to the local bup, and see whether the party was still going or not, but the big dog said no, and brought him all the way from the castle to see some empty stalls. Or that's what Ali thought, as they kept wandering through the empty streets and stalls, he soon finds out that there were still people around, doing shady businesses.

„Look over there woof.” The Doberman pointed at a dark alley way, where an old female peacock stood, reclined a nearby building, smoking what he thought to be a cigarette. „That right there is an escort. You know what that is right?”

„Yeah?” Ali said innocently.

„Well that girl is way different than any escort around here. After you fuck her, there's a slight possibility that she might eat you, instead of taking your money!” The Doberman explained with a huge grin. „Pretty sure that's illegal. So how about you go there and make her remember the rules of our great kingdom!”

„W-what?” Ali explained barely able to process his first sentence. „No way! I'm not fighting her!” It wasn't the fact that she was a lady that troubled Ali, it was the fact that she supposedly eats people she screws with, and the fact that the Doberman knows about her, without actually trying to stop her himself.

„Gah, don't tell me that you're one of those punks that, wOn'T hIt LaDiEs” The Doberman scoffed annoyed, looking around for anyone else that he can put the disguised prince to get in trouble with. „There!” He pointed at another alleyway, where fat, chubby rat was digging through a trash can. His butt was huge, it literally didn't fit in the trash can, and he was naked too, Ali could already see his ballsack pressed against the metal of the bin. „He is literally stealing from us! Go set him straight. And before you start complaining, I have seniority, what I say goes, so is either the bitch as fossil over there, or the naked rat.”

Ali looked at the two options, thinking what he should do. He had no choice but to comply, the Doberman, even if he was lying about the whole seniority bullshit, he's still bigger and stronger than him, he can easily beat Ali to a pulp and no-one would know about it, since they were practically alone.