Try to make prostitution legal

By the admission of being the only catgirl in the world, you are also the most desireable catgirl! Therefore you could pocket a fortune from furries and weebs, if only prostitution were legal here.

Sophie: "Oh my, that's a really nice state-level ban on prostitution you've got there. Would be shame if someone were to..."

You press some random numbers in your phone, knowing it will lead to the person who you need ro reach.

Sophie: "...repeal it."

Someone answers almost immediately.

Secretary: "You've reached the secretary of Democratic representative Jill Ougens. How may I help you?"

Sophie: "Can I speak with representative Ougens?"

Secretary: "Of course just wait- oh, nevermind, she's just returned from lunch. Mrs. Ogens, I have a call for you!"

Jill: "This is Jill Ougens, the congress representative of Vermont. What can I do for you?"

Sophie: "Hi, I'm looking to pioneer a legislation that would legalize prostitution in Vermont."

Jill: "A likeminded voter you are, certainly. I am in the process of writing such an initiative, and I'm missing a single signature. Would you like to sign it?"

Sophie: "Certainly."

Jill: "Right on time too, the congress is voting on this in two hours. Be sure to check homeland affairs from the news as a follow-up to see if it passes."

Sophie: "Will do, thank you and goodbye!"

To everybody's surprise but yours, the initiative passes. While the actual law will come into effect in January the following year, a test trial is scheduled for your county, where a special application for prostitution is attainable the very next day.

And the very next day, you pace out from the courthouse with a beaming smile, flapping the important documents around in your hand as you stride back home. Now you have to gather an audience. For a social media aficinado such as yourself, this is a day at the ballpark. Your first selfie reaches the most trending image of the day in an hour on Insta, while Reddit blows up in a hot minute to a seemingly unedited video of a catgirl with supermodel looks prancing around.

**** and not-so-**** people contact you immediately, offering you exorbitant amounts of cash for dates. You respond to all with a readily laid-out price list.

* Meeting in-person 5 minutes max; allowed to talk, not allowed to touch: 500$

* Meeting in-person 10 minutes max; talking and friendly, non-sexual touch allowed: 1500$

* A 'first date': 1 hour max; talking and sensual touching allowed; rights to a single kiss: 5000$

* A 'third date': 8 hours max; Talking, sensual and sexual touching allowed, unlimited first and second base rights; a single time of consensual vanilla sex: 100 000$

* An 'anything goes date': 24 hours max; Anything consensual allowed: 10 million $

On the first day after posting these prices you already have twelve serious inquiries for the ten million dollar dates. Holy shit you seriously underestimated the horniness and influence of furries and weebs.

You have video conferences with all applicants, confirming that you are indeed real and that they indeed are whom they claim to be. All twelve were legitimate, and all of their payments check out. In a fit of justified greed, you decide to put the the first date, scheduled tomorrow, up for auction among the twelve millionaries.

Two of the bidders turn out to be much, much richer than anticipated. The final bid reaches 1.4 billion dollars before the opponent gives in.

Now you're a billionaire. Your calendar is booked for the next month, but honestly you feel like returning the 110 million to the other buyers and just living off from the money of this one-off for the rest of your life. But then again having sex with the ultra rich might not be such a bad experience - you might just make good with all twelve dates if the recipients are not absolute human pieces of garbage.