You just completed furnishing your dentistry-for-monsters office, hoping to make a difference. You think back to the past few years of studying you monster bestiary and sigh, hopeful.

Once you open the doors to the office, you sit down at the front desk and get on your phone, posting advertisements for your business for any and all monsters that fit through the door. A notification pops up on your phone.

"Terrasin Inc. account linked! You can now view 'Property Upgrades' and the 'Store' from your phone/computer!"

After 3 hours of an empty room, a woman with the appearance of a gray werewolf enters. You greet her and take her information before leading her to the back.

As she sits down, you lean the chair back and adjust the light, "I don't usually worry about my fangs, but my mouth is killing me!"

You nod. "Is this a long-time issue or did this just start?"

She adjusts to the uncomfortable chair. "It's been about a week."

You turn the light on, "Alright Miss Kayla...go ahead and open up for me."

She opens her mouth wide