The guy immediately dropped to his knees like a dog, picked the bills up off the floor with his mouth… and at some unknown point, a fluffy tail had actually grown out of Lei's ass, wagging hard at the original owner.
...
Good dreams never last. When the shrill alarm yanked the original owner awake, there were less than thirty minutes left before assembly.
"Fuck!" He glanced at the alarm that was already ringing for the third time, then hurriedly pulled on his clothes and shoes, grabbed the backpack next to him, and shoved all the crap on the table into it.
He threw his gear together in a rush, didn't bother to brush his teeth or wash his face, grabbed the backpack and bolted out of the room.
There was a drunk lying in the hallway of the cheap motel. The original owner just stepped over him, then two seconds later doubled back, rummaged around in the drunk's pocket and fished out a few coins.
