Straight home, better safe then sorry.

After that embarrassing mistake at the intersection, Cleo quickly decided to take the direct route to her apartment. She could always explore on foot, it was better and healthier anyways. She focused much more intently on the road, though she still caught a few sights that shocked her, namely the advertisements. Not that they were a new concept to her, but they were far more... risque then anything she had seen before. And Ad for perfume and such showed a woman holding the presumed product, and a man holding her, breathing deeply from her neck, while his hand went under her blouse, the tagline being Make Your Scent Irresistible. Another was an banner attached to the side of a bus. It was for some kind of clothing store that showed two cats, one male the other female, wearing the exact same kind of black lingerie. Stockings that covered the feet and legs, with silver straps connecting them to thin panties and barely covered their privates, especially for the male, whose erection clearly poked against the thin covering. It was similar for the torso, two thing straps that barely did what they were supposed. Both stared at the viewer with wanting eyes and blushing faces, the tagline read Lingerie Fur All. Cleo was definitely going to remember that store.

Things calmed down when she made it out of the downtown area and into the more suburban area, the roads also became significantly lighter in traffic, apart from the occasional cab or bus. Finally, after about ten more minutes of driving, the apartment building she'd be staying at came into view. It wasn't anything special and it was only a few stories high, but it looked clean and well maintained. Hopefully, her neighbours inside were friendly and lived up to Amora's welcoming reputation.

She gingerly pulled her buggy into the partly filled parking lot, finding her spot at number 23, and finally turned her engine off, taking a deep breath.

"This is it." She said to herself. "I'm finally here."

She tapped onto the steering wheel, steeling her nerves, before opening the door and stepping out. The excitement was still there, but there was a growing sense of nervousness as she looked around, ears darting left and right. She looked herself over, wondering if she was under-dressed for this. All she had on was a simple gray T-shirt that didn't go quite to her waist, leaving a thin sliver of the white fur of her belly exposed, as well as a pair of blue jeans that clung tightly to her legs, with no hole for her creamy striped tail, which meant her pants couldn't be pulled fully over her rear. At the time she had gotten them, she felt it would be the perfect outfit to wear in Amora, her parents would've freaked if they saw her wearing something so revealing, but now she wondered if this was acceptable attire in Amora. After all, what if she was wrong? What if she was going too far for even the people of Amora? She felt her heart thundering in her chest, and hoped she was making a terrible mistake. She took a deep breath to steady herself before making her way to the trunk of her car. She was committed now, and there was no going back.

With her few belongings in hand, she made her way across the parking lot to the building itself, nervously glancing about. She half expected to hear jeers and cries of disgust, people calling her a whore or pervert from the windows and sidewalks, but there was no one around. Finally, she came to the doorway and the button pad on the side. Recalling from her memory of the conversation she had on her phone, she pressed the button labeled '01' and pensively waited. A moment later, there was scratching sound on the intercom.

"Hello?" It said, bearing a womanly voice.

"H-hel-" Cleo started, her voice cracking, forcing herself to stop, clear her throat, and start again. "H-hi, I'm Cleo! I talked to a Mister Step about moving in Room 23?"

She half-expected the woman across the intercom to refuse, not knowing who she was, but fortunately, her paranoia was proving wrong. "Oh yes!" The other woman said happily, as if she was expecting her. "Come on in, dear!"

There was a droning beep, and then a clicking sound from the door, allowing Cleo to open it and step inside. As soon as she closed the door behind her another one opened. Stepping out was a middle-aged light brown bunny, dressed in a flowery gown, her tall ears flipping up as soon as she stepped out of the doorway and she perked up upon laying eyes on Cleo.

"So you're Cleo West!" She said, smiling at her like a doting mother. "John told me you were coming, I'm sorry he wasn't here to greet you but I hope I can do. Welcome to Amora, darling!"

Cleo blushed at the compliment, and looked down almost in shame. Here she was, dressed in such a slutty look, while this welcoming woman was dressed in a manner not that different from her home province. I must look ridiculous to her.

"I'm Elicia Step, John's wife." She continued, looking down and seeing what Cleo was carrying. "Do you need any help with your luggage, dear?"

Cleo hastily shook her head, not wanting to inconvenience this sweet woman she was no doubt insulting with her look. Elicia, however, didn't seem remotely bothered, and simply strode up and wrapped an arm around Cleo. "Well! Let me show you where you're apartment is, and I'll help you get settled in!"

"Oh, y-you don't have to-" Cleo started, but Elicia quickly shook her head.

"Nonsense! I love to meet new people, and you look like you could use a friendly face." The friendly bunny smiled at Cleo, who couldn't help but return it.

"Besides!" She continued, looking Cleo up and down. "John never mentioned just how cute you are!"

Cleo blinked in surprise at the compliment, blushing a little in response. Elicia simply smiled and helped lead the young feline up the stars to the second floor, explaining the apartment along the way.

"Now, as I'm sure my husband's told you, your apartment is number 23. I hope it's not too small for you, I've spent the weekend touching it up as best as I can for you. There's the usual assortment inside, 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, a livingroom and kitchen, which has an oven, stovetop and fridge."

Cleo smiled and nodded. "He did tell me, and it sounds perfect for me."

Elicia gave a cute giggle in response. "Oh, you may well change your tune once you've made some friends. No one's alone for long in Amora."

They soon came to the door, and Elicia gave Cleo the key to her new home. "Now, I'm sure you know this already, but I have to state this anyways, but the monthly rent is $300 and is due on the first of every month. If you have any problems, however, just let my husband and I know and we'll do our best to help you!"

Cleo smiled gratefully at Elicia and nodded. "Thank you, I'll be sure to do that, I'm really excited to start my life here."

Elicia smiled and held the young feline's hands. "Oh, I'm sure, you'll love it, dear. If you need any advice, just come and find me, or ask anyone really, Amora is always happy to help anyone in need. Especially someone as cute and sexy as you~"

Cleo blinked in shock at the brazen statement, not only did this sweet woman compliment her, but she thought she was sexy? "I, uh, yeah!" Cleo stammered, nodding frantically. "I think I will!"

Elicia giggled and nodded. "You're such a sweet thing. If you weren't so new and tired, I'd give you a more proper Amoran welcome, but you probably need time to settle in first."

Cleo tilted her head in thought. A proper Amoran welcome? What did she mean by that? It sounded enticing, really.