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The plush embrace of the bedding was not an easy indulgence to leave, once adequate time had passed. Roland lay on his back, legs tangled up in the sheets. Beside him was Jannick, half-asleep with the side of his face smushed up against the wolf's chest. Together, they were so warm and comfortable, Jannick slightly more so than his partner, and as relaxed as they possibly could be before carrying out organized crime.

"So, what's the window all about? I didn't know you were into that," Jannick croaked, reluctantly pulling himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. He yawned, stretching his arms out, which were bound to be sore like the rest of his body in a day's time.

"Our getaway. We'll call the shuttle over instead of taking the main exit. It'll save us time, and there'll be less of a chance for anyone to take note of us," Roland said, matter-of-factly. He stood and gathered up their discarded clothing, throwing Jannick's over to him and putting on his own.

"Oh, sweet. Good thinking."

Roland glanced at the digital interface built into the wooden desk-- at least, it appeared to be made of wood. By this time, the exhibit auction should have just begun. The excitement would sure enough keep the governor captivated while they raid his room.

"Get me a milkshake while you're over there. I seriously need some fat on this hide, Roland... I'm wasting away, for God's sake!" Jannick hollered, running his fingers down his flat stomach.

"Mhmm, alright," he nodded, punching in an order to the room service application.

"You getting anything?"

"Not hungry," Roland said plainly.

"Yeah, right. Why don't you earn some of those calories back?" Jannick teased, and he could hear the grin on his face from his tone alone.

"I'd much rather wait until my appetite has returned to me."

"Suit yourself," Jannick said with a shrug. "But add a steak to that order too, will you?"

"Expensive, but alright," he sighed.

Jannick's tail thumped anxiously as he waited, eyes fixed on the door. He could watch a violent murder play out in front of him, and still have an insatiable craving for a hamburger. Roland was far more fickle, such that even the wrong mood could put him off his food. When lost in a deep focus, it wasn't rare for him to forget his own hunger as well.

Once their order had arrived, Jannick leapt to his feet, nearly tripping over his own feet as he crossed the threshold and threw the door open. He gathered the tray into his arms, plopping back down onto the mattress with it in his lap. The dog shoveled pieces of steak into his mouth, barely pausing the breathe as he took sips of milkshake between bite.

"Are you sure you don't want any?" Jannick said through his stuffed cheeks. "The food here is just delicious, you know."

"I'll have a bite, if you so insist."

Jannick shoved a forkful into into Roland's maw, nearly as soon as he approached him. The morsel was tender, splitting easily between the wolf's fangs. With a sweet, earthy aroma danced the savory flavor of fats and salty, metallic juices. The steak was indeed delicious, but he simply couldn't stomach anything more whilst under pressure.

"I'm still not certain how you manage to down an entire dish and not put on any weight, Jan."

"High metabolism, and a little too high, I think," Jannick huffed. "So, how'd you like it? Is it not the best steak you've ever tasted?"

"Sure, you were right. It's good. Now hurry up and put your clothes back on," Roland said, pulling the dog's shirt over his head. "Let's get moving."

He slipped into the remainder of his clothing after downing the last of his meal. Roland pulled a handgun from the inner pocket of his jacket and slid it into the holster strapped around his leg. He hoped he wouldn't need to use it, but it would be a good idea to keep it out if worst comes to worst.

"And you've got the key, right?"

"Yep. Cut a deal with that little fox boy in the lobby a few days back. Slipped him a fifty for a cleaner's room service pass. It's practically a master key for every room. My offer was probably better than any paycheck he's ever seen-- you should've seen the look on his face! Probably why he didn't ask any questions. Makes it all nice and easy."

"Right, poor kid," Roland chuckled. "I suppose it's a win-win. Nice work."

Jannick followed the wolf's lead. He switched off the lights, and together they headed out the door. As expected, the hallway was devoid of life, as anyone with the tastes to stay at The Empyrean would surely be enticed by its racy events sooner or later. They stepped into the elevator, which scaled several floors before stopping once the gleaming emerald number displayed above the doors read sixty-three.

Roland peeked past the steel sliding doors, where he found nothing but the occasional cast shadow to grace his presence. The coast was clear for them to begin their raid, and so they made their approach. Standing before the door, Jannick swiped his key across the access scanner, the door clicking open as the display shone green.

The two stepped inside, closing the door behind them. Jannick flickered a small flashlight he kept on his keychain over the dark premises. The suite was enormous, with silhouettes of multiple beds and pieces of fanciful furniture strewn across the room. The light reflected off of enormous screens that stretched the walls, and shimmered against chains and leather straps, hooks and handcuffs, and all sorts of erotic aids that hung from the ceiling and walls-- and that was that was only what was visible to them now.

"So this is what it's like in one of their specialty suites," Jannick murmured.

Roland scanned the room. His eyes were more accustomed to the darkness than the dog's. There were plenty of raunchy attractions in the room, but no notable storage locations for illicit drugs to be found just yet. He heard a rustle in the back corner from behind one bed, his hand quickly drifting to his holster. He stepped closer.

There, slumped on the floor, was a short, round creature. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be female. Underneath the grime and blood that painted her fur was a soft, mousy shade of fawn. Short, matted copper hair sprouted between her ears. She was completely unclothed, save for a stained cloth hastily draped about her hips, covering what remained of her modesty. A frail arm was raised over her chest, hardly shielding her large, cream-furred breasts from view.

"I'll check the dresser," Jan whispered from somewhere behind him, as the quiet rummaging grew to be the only audible sound in the room.

"Sure..." Roland replied. He walked past the cow to the nightstand behind her. An electronic cigarette, several paper bills, and an electric prod lay upon its surface. His fingers grazed over the cash before pausing. The governor may suspect that somebody was here if multiple items were taken. Whereas, if only the vial of rhapsody were missing, he may assume it was simply misplaced in a drunken daze. He stepped away, eyes wandering back over to the girl.

She trembled as the wolf approached her slowly, though her eyes remained fixed at his feet, not once flicking upwards once to examine the new guest. She was reminiscent of the archetypical governess from children's stores he would read long ago. However, she was far too young to assume such a role, and not nearly as nurturing and cheerful from what he could presume. With her head hung low in some mixture of torment and submission, Roland did not need to see her face to know her affliction. By her neck and her wrists, she was bound to the wall with heavy, metal shackles. The girl had cloven digits, a blunt snout, round features, and a short, tufted tail. She was a cow of the Jersey breed, though in her current state, her species was barely even recognizable.

Cattle simultaneously managed to earn the title of both the most and least valued species in society. Like other Assets, cattle served the primary purpose of providing for all other castes. They bore the heaviest burden due to their great versatility, and because of that, they became an essential commodity. Cattle were born with the responsibility of service, and that was simply the natural order of things, as they have been since the dawn of time. In their abundance, they became expendable to the masses. It wasn't uncommon for an upper-middle class family to have a cow or a sheep as a governess, nor was it uncommon for the rich to have a herd of whatever assortment of species they'd desire for a harem. Some were specially bred for flavor, others for lactation abilities, sexual stamina, body type, color, longevity, for simple well-roundedness, and so on. They were put on this Earth for others to eat, to fuck, to live out whatever desires and fantasies that would otherwise be frowned upon between those belonging to the more noble castes-- to otherwise offer their life in honor to the evolutionarily gifted.

One did not normally think much of them, and Roland was not an exception. However, these were not normal circumstances, and because he was never much of a socialite among high society, coming face-to-face with cattle in the flesh was nothing short of a rare occasion.

She still did not look at him, but Roland took his liberties in looking over her nonetheless. She was certainly a pathetic sight to behold, although that would be expected if you existed to please a man such as the governor. Fresh wounds cut through old scars, some clearly received in beatings, others seemingly self-inflicted. Pink and green bruises flushed around her wrists, thighs, and stomach. Despite her full physique, she had little muscle tone, and clearly was not fed to keep in good health.

"Found it, now let's get the hell outta here," Jannick hissed.

Roland's eyes flicked to the side for a moment, only to return to the scene before him. He sank to his knees to kneel at the cow's height. She balled one hand into a fist as a shudder swept her figure.

"Roland?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming. Just..." Roland trailed off, shooting to feet when Jannick's footfalls began to draw near.

"Here, it was in the bottom drawer tucked between some clothes," Jannick said lowly, holding the vial out for him to see. His gaze settled on the girl beside Roland's feet.

"Huh. Looks like the governor likes to keep himself busy even when the party's over," he grimaced.

Jannick shone his flashlight over the cow. They both looked her over as she remained quiet and motionless, likely as according to what she's been taught. Roland shifted, unnerved, at the sight of a nearly-black liquid that pooled between her legs.

"That's... that's a lot of blood," he whispered, turning to Jan.

"Yeah, and it smells wonderful. But we can't have none of it, so let's bail before anyone sees us up here."

"Right," Roland nodded.

He turned away, and Jannick only took a few steps before realizing his partner still hadn't left the spot where he was standing. Roland was still staring at her. He reached out with tentative fingers extended, and she shrinks away.

"What do you think the does to her," he said lowly, turning to look at Jan. His expression was difficult to read. His eyes were dark and cool, with his lips pressed into a thin line, as they normally were, but behind it all was the thick, pensive cloud that would pass over him on occasion.

"None of my business, so it doesn't matter. That thing is just a fucktoy, so give it a rest. There are thousands more to spare," Jannick shrugged. "You can get your own if you really want to..."

Roland was silent for a moment. He rested his hand over Jannick's and squeezed, closing his fingers around vial. He pushed it towards his chest.

"Go and call the shuttle up," he gushed. "I'll be right behind you."

"What? What are you--"

"Go, Jannick."

Jannick hesitated confusion and anxiety hardening in his expression, then turned to walk away. He left the door open a crack, the quiet light pooling in a sliver across the floor.