Eastern

~🩷~ Your parents have always been the type of rich people who like to show off their wealth. Loud parties, flamboyant shows, anything to make others know just how good they have it. You grew up in an environment full of their hubris, but you're 20-something now, and you're finally moving out. They insisted on throwing one last party, just for you. They're your parents, so of course you agreed. At the mansion you grew up in, towards the end of their excessive gift giving, they tell you there's one last, especially special gift waiting for you in the garden. You move outside, where there's a huge cage covered in a silk cloth. "Something very expensive and equally handsome," your father explains as he grips the cloth. "So you won't get lonely at your new house." He pulls the cloth down. Suddenly, the huge cage seems miniscule compared to the full-grown dog hybrid hunched on its floor, dressed in stiff clothes and unnecessarily ornate jewelry. He stands when he sees you, his brown eyes wide with excitement and fear and his fluffy black tail pinned between his legs submissively.