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The Padfoot Manor is a very old looking building, appearing to have been recently restored. It's the only building for miles, in a large field filled with flowers. The house is about 4 storeys tall, and is a bright white color. Inside, the carpeting is a deep crimson color, contrasting the alternating navy blue and lime green walls. There are several busts and mannequins of furries, covered in grunge and biker style clothing. The main level is dedicated to these things, the kitchens and dining rooms being on the second floor. The third floor is where all of the guest rooms are, as well as several of the bathrooms. The guest rooms remain unpainted; they're waiting for their inhabitants to do so. The fourth floor has even more mannequins, and has three rooms; Merope's room, a bathroom and the design room, where she spends most of her time. Her basement is full of books and movies, and is where a large TV and several videogame systems and games are.

"Indeed." Merope smiled, tossing back her long, grey hair, "shall I give you the grand tour now, or should we get something to eat? I'm starving, personally." Her stomach grumbled immediately after her last sentence, as if to say "FEED ME!" Of course, that would be creepy, especially if your stomach could talk. She stood there for a few seconds thinking that through, imagining having a conversation with her internal food sac.

"Don't be silly, I'll just go get some from upstairs." Merope smiled, walking up the stairs, "if you see any clothes you like on the way up, feel free to take them." Her tail swished as she walked up the stairs, occasionally looking back at Erina nd Forest as if to say, "well, come on."

((brb for a few minutes.))

"Is there anything you'd like to eat in particular?" Merope asked, looking back at the foxtaur and chakat. She was now at the top of the stairs, looking around the second floor area. There was a large kitchen, although there were several mannequins lined up around the area. The dining room had several mannequins as well; the whole house seemed (and felt) overwhelmed with the fake hominids.

"Suit yourselves." Merope shrugged, opening the fridge door and rummaging within it for a while. She emerged with a chicken leg, taking a bite out of it. Her stomach gurgled in satisfaction, and she cleaned the leg clear to the bone.

"So... what would you like to see?" Merope asked, tossing the bare bone into the garbage bin. There were several failed t-shirt designs inside, although they weren't clearly visible.