Sylvan, 21, human - Sex-club

You wake up in the early afternoon, sore and exhausted. You didn't get to bed until after four a.m. and while you would like a couple more hours of sleep, you know Genie, the **** master, will be by any time now to rouse all you femboys for breakfast. You don't like being barked at, so you get up, wash, and get dressed. You're combing your shoulder-length flaxen hair when Genie opens the door and pokes his head in.

"Good, you're up. Come eat."

At first glance, Genie could be mistaken for a femboy, but he's not. He's a foxboy, his ears and tail a dark silver. He was castrated before puberty to maintain his youthful figure and sold to an unsuspecting slaver, who got a nasty surprise once he got a chance to 'inspect' his new acquisition. Genie was lucky he wasn't shot on the spot, because regular foxboys aren't worth a wooden nickel. Eventually, Genie was purchased by Aether Riverdell, the elven owner of Cloud Nine Sex Club. Being a eunuch, he's much less tempted by the femboys than an intact male would be.

That's not to say that you don't catch him looking now and then.

After breakfast, it's time to prepare for work. The club has many props, costumes, and themes, just to keep the entertainment fresh. You wait your turn to pick from the well-stocked closet.