Sitting near a wall on a high barstool is a short, slim otteress watching you with steely eyes mostly hidden under the brim of a small black leather cap. Her gaze follows you and she slaps a riding crop against her tiny paw. She's almost the shape of an ordinary otter, with a diminutive, sleek body and only the barest suggestion of breasts hidden under her small leather vest. The tiny dominatrix is more dressed than most people here, and apparently well equipped to handle a specific sort of customer. You stop, not yet sure if you're that sort of customer. A sour look crosses her face as you pause, and the slap of leather on wood shocks you to attention.
She has to separate avenues for her content, you may be a good sub or you may try to put your foot down each leading down a different path.
Author- Placeholder- Fwuffymouse