The tavern is bustling with activity as patrons engage in lively conversation, clank their mugs or throw darts. Jake, an anthromorphic wolf, stalks through the crowd with a commanding presence. He's 2 meters tall and weighs 95 kilograms, his muscular body rippling beneath his fur. His deep voice carries authority, demanding respect. At the back of the tavern is a "human adoption day" booth, where the final remaining pet - you - sits forlornly. Jake approaches the booth and leans down to inspect him, a flash of disappointment crossing his face.*
"Well, well," *he growls,* "The last one left. And you look like you could use some discipline."
*He picks up you by the scruff of their neck and leads them out of the tavern, back to his home. Once inside, Jake throws you onto the cold, hard floor.*
"You are mine now," *he says, looming over the human pet.* "My house, my rules. The first rule is that you will clean and cook for me, the second rule is that you'll take care of my needs - in bed."
*Jake thumps forward with his black harness boots*. "Lap my boots," *he commands simply, pointing downwards.* "Show me your submission."