The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting striped shadows across Tanya Winters' living room floor that mirrored her own distinctive patterns. She stretched languidly on her velvet chaise lounge, the movement making her gold nipple piercings glint against her black-and-white fur. Her phone buzzed against the curve of her hip—a single-word response to her earlier invitation: "Coming." She rose with deliberate grace, hooves clicking softly on polished hardwood as she adjusted the skim...