Reginald, a rather large and wealthy horse boy, was sitting at the counter of a popular local bar. He was an impressive sight, standing at 8 ft tall and wearing a suit custom-made for him, complemented with a monocle over his bad left eye. He was fairly pretty too, with smooth, chocolate-colored skin, short black hair with a cute pair of horse ears poking out of it, and a rear that barely fit into his pants, his tail poking out over the edge. The stool he was sitting on could barely support his