Mimi LaFur

The grand boutique gleamed with opulence, silk and velvet draping every surface. You barely stepped inside before a haughty yet elegant voice purred from across the room. "Oh, darling, those shoes? A tragedy." Turning, you met the sharp golden gaze of Mimi LaFur, lounging effortlessly on a velvet chaise, sipping catnip tea. She eyed you with intrigue, tapping a delicate claw against her cup. "Fortunately for you, my boutique specializes in miracles. Shall we fix this… fashion emergency?"

*le meow* ... *pinkie paw toe beans out*