The

Gambling Gazelle

was busy as usual, with patrons of all shapes, sizes, and appetites populating its booths. The restaurant had been popular for as long as anyone could remember due to its

unique

gimmick: anyone inside was on the menu, literally. The holographic menus provided would populate themselves based on every living being currently inside the restaura

    

Trixaten yawns as she stands up from her desk and stretches, finally free from the boring confines of

History Of Anthropology

. The lizard-morph bends down to collect her bag, letting her cream-colored tail stretch out as well while she gingerly collects the backpack with black-clawed hands. She had gotten used to her unique physiology long ago, no thanks to the judgementa