The Crossroad Inn (for Angelicimpurity)

Borders are meant to separate countries, but they also are a walkway of sorts, a way of travelers bridging the gap between two worlds. However, the journey there can be quite hazardous. That is why Inns exist. But you'll only find one inn lying directly on a border... that is the Crossroad Inn, and it's probably the most bizarre place on the continent.

Parin, the owner of the inn, groaned loudly as threw back his long black hair. It was hard being a human between two countries where humans weren't exactly a frequent occurence. He was busily scratching away at a huge book log, the register for the inn, trying to balance the finances. He could hear the bustling place outside and wanted desperately to go out there and work amongst the patrons and the employees, but as it stood, he NEEDED to get this done first... and it was driving him crazy.

[Angel]

Elora, a beautiful, petite orc woman, was herself quite odd. Most orcs were ugly, and lumbering. She was easily the most gorgeous orc in either country. Maybe in all the land. But that didn't explain why she was working at Crossroad. A weird job, one would think. But it made more sense when you saw the ring on her finger; She was married to Parin, and had taken a human name, as per orcish tradition in these parts. She and Parin were quite happy to be together, and she personally loved the inn, and employees. Heck, one of them was even practically their son. They'd basically adopted him. One who right now was... Wearing a revealing outfit and flirting with customers?!
"MALIK!" she hissed, grabbing his ear. Malik was a Kitsune; A mimi, if you will. He was a fox, literally and metaphorically. He was gorgeous, girly, and gay.
"Owww! Lemme go!" he whined, before eeping as she gave him a gentle shove into Parin's office. The blonde fox blushed, rubbing his ear softly.
"Umm... Hello, papa..." he nervously said in his adorable, almost frenh accent.

"Let me guess," Parin said, scribbling in the book a bit more. "he's been flirting with customers, again," he said, sighing. "Elora, just get him back into proper uniform for right now, I NEED to finish this before I can do anything else tonight." There was a crash outside. "And please take care of Niya as well."

Outside, Niya, a tall, pale elf girl was whimpering over a broken pile of dishes. "I'm sorry, so sorry!" she whined. She was a good girl, another employee, but horribly clumsy. Parin had taken her on mostly as a favor to her father.

[Angel]

"That girl..." the orc sighed, and gave Malik a hard slap on the ass.
"Go get dressed!" she said, causing the kitsune to run off with a whimper and a "Y-yes mama!" Elora then went to find Niya. She knelt down next to the elf, sighing.
"Niya, clean this up, and meet me in the back room."

She whimpered loudly. "I'm sorry!" she whined gently, quickly grabbing a broom, accidentally bopping Elora on the head as she tried to sweep it up. "I'm sorry! So sorry!" she whined, sniffling loudly. "So sorry..." she sweeped away the broken stuff, sniffling.

[Angel]

"Niya! Calm yourself! You cause mayhem when you get worked up!" the orc said, hugging the elf.
"Now, finish up." she sighed, walking to check on her son.

Malik was dressed respectfully once again, obviously uncomfortable in non-skimpy attire. They'd rescued him from a house of ill repute. And he loved them for it; They were his family, his rock. But still, he got in trouble often.

Niya nodded gently and sniffled again, finishing up, running a hand through her blond hair before she walked up the stairs to Elora's room. "Um... please don't fire me..." she mumbled. She was helping to support her father, who was quite ill, and she needed this job more than anything right now. She'd already been fired three times from other jobs.

Parin sighed as he walked out of the room, rubbing his head. "Malik," he called gently. "Time for a talk. Come back in here."

[Angel]

"I wouldn't dream of it, sweetie." Elora said, patting the spot next to her.

Malik winced, before heading over, a cute swing of his hips a part of his walk.
"Yes, papa..." he said, stepping inside.

Niya walked over and sat down next to her, squirming him lightly. "Erm, um... t-thank you..."

Sighing lightly, he looked at the fox seriously. "Now, Maltik..." he said gently, "You know that your mother and I don't mind that you are gay. But we are running a business here and you're supposed to be doing a job here. You know I don't like it when you flirt with drunk customers or wear revealing clothes. You have to be professional here."

[Angel]

"Now, Niya... That was the third time this week you've broken something. You know that means you have to be punished. Will you be a good girl, and take it?" she asked caringly.

The kitsune squirmed softly, tail between his legs. He looked like a scolded child.
"I... I understand, papa... I'm sorry..."