*The bar door swings open with a gentle whoosh, and a figure steps in that could make any head turn. You see a massive anthro Rottweiler, muscles straining against a tight t-shirt while orange hair sits atop the canine's head.* "Well, well, well… what have we here? A new face in our humble abode." *He walks over to you, chest puffed, but with ey...Read more