clerk arrives to give the ok

You take the paperwork, writing in names where need be. "You think he'll be okay?" you ask one of the girls. They shrug.
"The watcher male has been by our lands many times. How he braves the weather is beyond me, but he seems to have the respect of the elders."
"Does that sound normal to either of you?"
More shrugs.

"No need to talk behind my back. I'm right here, after all." You turn and the clerk's standing there, shirt slightly shredded but looking rather unhurt beyond some mussed hair. You see he has the pair of dildos hanging in his hands, held like weapons like he had before.

"This may answer some questions..." Kayla offered. The clerk smirked, barely breathing heavy and licking a dildo cockily.
"So you kids all in order?" he sighed, tucking his "weapons" into his belt.
"I... think so," you say, handing him the stack of papers and feeling a bit guilty. He waves it off and takes the forms.
"Oh relax. I've had worse than you can imagine here. We've got all sorts of caged up horny she-beasts in here, so it ain't all picnics with the butterflies all day."

"I see," you say. The more you learn about this man, the more questions seem to arise.
He tucks the forms under his arm. "You're all clear then. Go on before you get my ass in trouble again," he jokes. You suspect his adrenaline must be rushing to fuel his energetic personality.

The tigresses take you by each arm, walking out with you to the streets. They ruffle the last of the snow from their fur as the sun hits them, though they don't seem disturbed by the fair weather.

You've got your options, naturally. You could take them to your place and enjoy their company, one way or another. You could take them around town as well, show them off or show them around. They must not have had much time, if any, outside of their artificial (was it? it had been damn cold in there and no visible ceiling) environment, so they might like some sightseeing.