Some research and shopping (obviously).

After a night filled with sweet dreams of fur, she woke up feeling nervous. She somehow felt **** and guilty for her fetish, though she knew she could do nothing about it but comply. She sat behind her computer and turned on the monitor to do some research on a world she never was curious about until last night. A few simple google searches later, her eyes had been truly opened. The world of fur and it's lovers was far bigger then she could have anticipated. She learned about the vast variety of furs, from sable to chinchilla, mink to lynx. She discovered that Victoria's fur had been silver fox, one of the most popular kinds of fur. Than she dove into the erotic fur scene, discovering the forums and their communities. she didn't know exactly why, but she found it extremely comforting that there were so many like her, indulging themselves in the enjoyment of fur. She wondered what kind of fur she'd like best, and Emma quickly realized she had to find out for herself.

She never thought Cannavaro's would be such an immense building. After parking her car in the underground parking lot (discreet indeed), she took the elevator to the ground floor. This feeling of nervousness couldn't escape her, as if she shouldn't be doing this, but she knew that resistance would be futile. As the elevator doors opened, Emma's eyes scanned the huge room. 'This must be heaven', she thought, while she gazed at every corner of the room. It was completely filled with what she thought to be mink furs. She slowly walked out of the elevator and onto the marble floor. It appeared the owners of the furrier had succeeded to stuff every kind of mink coat into this one room, from fur vests to bedspreads to immense coats to pillows. Emma walked past the never-ending racks of furs, letting her hands flow over them, arousing her a little already. Suddenly she was tapped on the shoulder by a middle aged man in a dark blue suit and tie. 'Can I be of assistance, miss?', he asked with a deep and friendly voice. 'No thank you, I'm just looking around at the moment.' 'Well enjoy yourself. If you need my help, just ask for mister Cannavaro and I will be with you in a whim.' As he turned around, a question popped up in Emma's mind. 'Oh, mister Cannavaro, I'm sorry but I've got to ask. Is this the only type of fur you are selling here?' 'Well of course not miss, that would be quite a poor business plan. No, you see, every type of fur has it's own floor in this shop. The shop has six official floors, so there is enough to choose from. Can I help you with anything else, maybe?' After a moment of contemplation, Emma made a decision: 'Well actually, I'm an **** novice when it comes to furs. Would you mind to educate me a little, you know, show me around the store?' 'Well naturally miss, that's what I'm here for.'