You say, "Hey, sexy, want to suck my cock?"

The Fox looks startled, his triangular ears flattening. "I'm sorry, Miss, I must be in the wrong place. Have a good day."

"Wait--" you say, but he's already gone. Damn. You sit back down on your box to wait. Nearly twenty minutes pass before the door opens. You jump up, but it's just Uncle Kyle.

"Hey, darlin'," the Buck says, closing the door behind him. He's not really your uncle, just your father's closest friend. "I promised your dad I'd check in on you. How's it goin'?"

"Not great," you say. "I said...the wrong thing to a customer and he left."

"That's a bummer," Kyle says. "Though I can't imagine what you might have said to offend anyone. You're the sweetest little Filly I've ever seen."

"Thanks, Uncle Kyle," you say. "I just...came on too strong, I guess."

"Yeah, it can be hard, waiting for the customer to come to you, letting them look around, make up their own minds, but you can't **** a sale on them. You just have to learn how to be patient."

"I've been patient," you grumble, making him laugh. Suddenly, he sobers up.

"That's a pretty new dress you're wearin'," he says, his brown eyes moving slowly down your body. "Can I ask you something?"