There is a Special Section

You walk through the large open room with Micah. Every so often he highlights a specific girl, giving you specifics about her. He seems to have caught on to your yellow fever just through observation. Most of the girls he talks to you about are asian. Many of the girls are from China. A consequence of the wide scale overpopulation of the country. Every puppygirl that he shows you is eager and willing. Jumping at the bars whenever you approach. Some lick your hand. Others drop a toy dildo in your hand and turn around to be played with. With no exceptions each and every one of them is wet at your approach.

While walking, your eyes are drawn to a large set of doors, framed in gold paint. That has to be something interesting.

"What's down that way?" You point to the doors.

"That's our special section." He seems to want to keep moving. "Normally for more specific pets. Nothing for sale to the general public down that way."

"Is it a secret?" You ask. "Or can I see?"

"There's no reason you can't see." He sighs, changing direction. "Girls in there were either specifically requested or have some kind of special value. Former celebrities, specific requests, stuff like that."

"Specific requests?" You ask. "I thought it was entirely legal."

"It is." He opens the door. "But, some clients come in with girls they already want trained. Or at least have a girl they want us to make an offer too. When we do that, we keep her on reserve for her future owner. The girls in here are trained on special rules. They're out of most everyone's price range." The hint behind his words was clear. These were not puppies he could afford. If only Micah knew you were just a poor art student.

When the door opened, those questions all stopped being relevant. You have to stop yourself from shouting in shock. What was she doing here?