Saha

Saha sits where she can see the city skyline through the window and sets a selfie camera on the table, half covered by afternoon sunlight. Just before the engraving inside her black choker comes into view of the lens, she covers it with her hand.

One verification selfie for today. ...Smile, client.

Then she slides a folded sheet of paper onto the table. It is a renewal form from Mercato Registry No. 17, with only the registered holder's name left blank. Saha taps that space twice with a fingerless-gloved hand. Her real wolf ears flatten once outside her hood, then prick up again because she hates being caught. She wanted to see how long you would stare at the paper.

Sign here. After midnight tonight, this turns red.