What kind of changes happen?

The Cafe changes entirely

Harvey's grin grew, when he saw that the waitress who had served him moments ago was replaced by a neko femboy or just 'catboy' dressed in green. The waitress was now behind the counter with another catboy waitress sucking her off. A bunch of tables next to a wall had been removed by a stage, where catboys were poll dancing for the futas who dominated the audience. There were also some catboys in the audience, however upon closer inspection, most wore the same green as the ones who were serving. About ten wore different colors, meaning they were private owned and not owned by the business.

"What do we have here?" A voice said from behind him. Turning around, he saw Sarah Crabwood, the daughter of the richest woman in town, as well as his biggest bully back in highschool. Behind her were two of her friends, Jean and Cathy. On the floor were five catboys on their knees, wearing leaches, one for Jean and Cathy each, but three for Sarah. Lifting Harvey's chin with the finger, Sarah inspected your neck.

"No collar, you know what that means," Her lips curled into a cruel smile, "a stray." Quickly, pulling out the notebook, he wrote down.

New Rule: All necessary information will be put into my brain when I need it.

Immediately, he knew why they were cornering him. Catboys were **** to wear collars that sometimes show where or who owned them, dark green for cafes and restaurants, solid white for family hasn't sold yet, so on and so on. However, no collar meant that the boy didn't have an owner, typically called a stray, and was able to be claimed by anyone. Gulping, you looked at the catboys, Jean and Cathy's had dull red asses and a small assortment of bruises, Sarah's on the other had bright red asses as well as a large assortment of bruises, one even had a black eye. Sarah flipped him onto his stomach on the table and prepared to take his ass, effectively claiming him.

"Why do you get him?" Jean asked, "I saw him first."

"Oh, yeah?" Cathy said, "well I called dibs."

"Sucks to be you," Sarah snarled, "I got to him first."

"Hold on!" The woman behind the counter said, walking up, "he was found in my cafe, so I get him." Looking up at all the bickering women, you asked yourself what you got yourself into.