The office of Dr. Maimuna Almiraj is newly opened as of a few weeks past. And the better for it. Whether the girls understood they needed a bit of help sometimes or not, the good doctor has been working diligently. Most clients tend not to be convinced it'll help when they start. She's used to that.
The office smells pleasant, a cool and somewhat salty scented candle easing the mood, with a grandfather clock quietly tick-tocking and swinging tall on the wall generously behind her desk. Round rimmed glasses on, the coffee colored face of the cat matches her milk tea brew as she sips on it, expecting a client.
This one's fun.
Grumpy, always, she thinks to herself. Probably fucks like a mule. Haven't tried that one yet. It'd be interesting. Maybe some sex would do her a lot of good. The Cat giggles to herself quietly, tapping her pen idly on her notebook. A little bit of trickery wouldn't do her much harm.
The door opens.
The cat sits up, tails delicately swishing back and forth in her chair, eyes blinking slowly. She leans forward on her elbow with chin in hand, looking up at her tall patient in the doorway with those devastatingly sharp golden eyes.
"Percy," she calls off to the side.
Snap.
"82 Syrah and two glasses." Her assistant scuttles off, a short little wisp of a maid, flat as a board with short pink hair and a little draconic tail bobbing behind her, shuffles off out a side door.
The cat elegantly reclines on her luxurious office chair, swinging oblique to the door. Maid as she is there is a certain austerity to her full length uniform, but it does little to hide her lovely arms and the way the light hugs her breast down to the lithe tummy and able waist signature to her cat-like figure. She gestures to the equally opulent recliner in front of the desk, complete with a swing out mini table.
"Welcome back, chief. Didn't drink your fill of me?"
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