“Welcome to the lion’s den!” Kizu proclaims as he welcomes the first few customers inside. A match of Valorant is playing on a massive monitor, a bunch of stools placed in front of the screen, and slowly guests start trickling inside. Opposite of the lounge, three rows of multiple gaming pcs are idly buzzing.

The lion smiles as more and more guests come inside, each wandering inside to either launch up a game at one of the designated pc’s, or to sit down at the lounge to watch the match that’s still ongoing. As he’s standing there, overlooking the floor, his manager comes up behind him. The dragon stands next to him wearing his casual outfit, polishing an empty glass in his paws.

“Seems like the opening is going pretty well, Kizu!” the gray- and blue-scaled dragon says.

Kizu nods. “Sure is. I’d even say things are going perfectly!” He looks at the manager, and raises an eyebrow once he sees him.

“Actually, Wings, everything is going perfectly… except for one small thing”, Kizu says.

Wings turns to face the lion, a slightly worried expression painted on his face.

“Your outfit isn’t conforming to company policy, darling”, the lion follows up, eyeing up his head manager.

The dragon immediately starts to stammer. “Ah, but… but the outfit is kinda… revealing, don’t you think? You’re not wearing it either, you’re wearing a jersey of your own favorite team so I thought you wouldn’t mind me coming onto the floor wearing my ow-”

“Sssh, don’t worry, cutie. You’re okay, I’m not upset or anything. You don’t have to justify your actions to me, you silly thing”, Kizu says, putting his handpaw underneath the dragon’s chin. He strokes the blue scales with his pointer fingerclaw. The clinking sounds of his gold jewelery are drowned out by the various sounds of the esports bar, but that doesn’t stop him from looking the dragon deeply in the eyes. “But you’re still going to put it on for me, aren’t you?”

“Ah… uh, y-yes… Kizu. I shall.” The dragon says with an embarrassed blush on his face, before rushing off into the staff room.

Backstage, the dragon strips down in the locker room. He puts his clothes away, before finding the jeweled loincloth and collar. The naked dragon sighs before putting on the outfit. Everything clicks in place perfectly, almost as if the uniform was made specifically for him. In fact, it fits him so nicely, that immediately all of his worries about exposing himself fade away.

The dragon’s mind goes blank, and the outline of his cock is clearly visible underneath the loincloth. With the collar snapping around his neck, the leather straps and jewelery keeping everything perfectly in place, Wings finds himself mindlessly wandering back onto the floor with a big, mindless smile.

His eyes are fogged over, but it doesn’t take long for them to be filled with purple and pink spirals, the uniform working perfectly as intended. Blankly, Wings walks back to Kizu, who had been waiting for his head-manager’s return.

“There you go. That’s a good boy. I’m sure that outfit must feel so very nice, doesn’t it?” Kizu coos as he watches the dragon gently sway back and forth as a result of the trigger established to make him nice and blank in the uniform. The perfect, horny employee.

“Yes sir… thank you sir…” Wings mutters quietly, unable to hide his arousal underneath the loincloth.

While all of this is happening, Akko makes his way inside of the esports cafe. He’s wearing the jersey of his – now defunct – favorite team, and his eyes widen once he sees just how awesome the new bar is.

Kizu sees the kobold enter, and pats the dragon on his gray scaled buttcheeks. “Look! A new customer, and it’s a kobold too! You dragons like those guys, don’t you? Why don’t you go give our new guest a warm welcome… And don’t remember, keep those tails raised for the customers, cutie!” he says, sending Wings towards Akko.

The dragon obediently wanders over to Akko, the swirls in his eyes still spiraling around as he mindlessly marches towards the kobold who sees the dragon coming. At first, he’s caught off guard by the dragon’s revealing outfit, and he can’t help but blush once he sees the outline of the dragon’s semi-erect dick poking underneath the loincloth.

“Welcome to the lion’s den!” Wings says, his voice floaty and soft, the eagerness to please Akko seeping through every word. “How may I be of service for you?” he continues, making sure to show that his tail is raised up all the way, taking a seductive pose.

Akko doesn’t know whether to look down at the dragon’s loincloth, into his swirly eyes, or at the various esports-related decorations. Eventually, the kobold settles for instinct, and he stares at the dragon’s loincloth.

“Is it okay if I… you know…?” Akko asks, his eyes betraying what he’s thinking about. Wings eagerly nods, his cock throbbing underneath the uniform. Akko feels his handpaw almost automatically roaming to the weak, flappy cloth and fondling underneath, getting a feel for the head manager’s balls.

Wings gently moans in appreciation and pleasure, the kobold’s paws giving him loving attention, playing into his desire to please the customers. Meanwhile, Kizu has been spectating in the background, grinning as he watches his employee mingle with the new kobold customer, and decides to get involved.

“So! Welcome to the lion’s den. Like what you see?” The lion asks, dismissing Wings and sending the dragon away to please other customers. Akko looks on as the dragon wanders away, his ass still swaying back and forth, fully exposed by his raised tail, before responding with “Oh absolutely!”

Kizu smirks. “I thought you would. You slutty lizards are very fond of dragons after all.”

Akko blushes, looking at his footpaws. He’s embarrassed, but can’t deny that the lion has a point.

“So, Echo Fox? That team hasn’t existed for a while, has it?” Kizu asks, referring to the kobold’s jersey.

The kobold looks back up, an excited twinkle in his eyes. “Yeah!! It used to be my favorite team. Still is, really. Shame they don’t exist anymore.”

Kizu smiles, knowing that he’s wrapped the kobold around his fingerclaw already. “It’s clear that you know your stuff, little kobold. Would you like to work here?” the lion asks. Before Akko can even think of an answer, the lion has already sweetened the deal for him. “That way you’ll be able to fondle Wings, that dragon you saw just now, to your heart’s desire.”  

Akko puts his fingerclaws to his chin, as if he has to think about it for a short moment, but in reality, he’s already long made up his mind. Seconds later, the kobold nods.

“Yes! Sure, I’ll become an employee. I really like the vibe here – for more reasons than one”, he says.

“Awesome!” Kizu says. “Mind following me to the staff room then? I’ll show you the introduction video for new employees and then you can start immediately, as far as I’m concerned!” the lion says, gesturing the kobold to follow him.

Akko nods, he doesn’t have anything else planned for the day anyway, and he’s far too horny still to think clearly. Without thinking it over, he follows the lion to the staff room and is seated in front of a monitor.

Kizu takes out a remote and presses play, leaving a new slutty uniform on the chair next to him. “Just watch the video like I asked, and once you’re done, put on the outfit and I’ll see you on the floor, cutie!” the lion proclaims, before pressing play on the remote and leaving the room.

The kobold looks at the uniform, seeing the loincloth and the jewelery, and immediately is reminded of Wings’ outfit, filling him with an excited arousal. He turns to face the screen, curious to see what the video is about. But instead of it being a basic explanation about esports and games, he’s soon met by a massive purple and pink spiral.

He looks on in awe, his mind instantly bombarded by the hypnotic influence of the spiral. His thoughts are soon replaced by an intense desire to strip down and put on the uniform. Putting on the uniform feels so good, after all. And putting on the uniform will [i]always[/i] make him feel this good. This horny. This eager to please.

Akko barely notices that he’s already naked, his cock – too – silhouetting underneath the uniform. His eyes are swirling in the same tints of purple and pink as that of the dragon, and with a mindless, needy smile, he wanders back into the bar’s main room. Kizu sees the hypnotized kobold enter, and smirks. Another employee successfully recruited.

