Anon and his mundane RGRE life.

>Be Anon, sitting around in your office
>Wait, no, in your EMPLOYER's office
>"Anonymous, can you fetch me some paper?"
>Speak of the devil, there she is
"Sure thing, ma'am."
>You stroll out of the room, making your way down the hall
>Along the way, two mares loitering about are chatting about something
>As you walk by, you catch a bit of their conversation
>"You think half the time he in there he's licking her off?"
>"Pssh, yeah! That's the only reason he was hired!"
>The two guffaws, not paying you any attention at all
>It was kinda obvious they were talking about you
>Well, you or that old stallion who cleans here
>You try not to picture the latter option as you finally reach the paper stacks
>As you grab a reasonable-sized heap, you feel something bump into you
>Looking down, you are greeted by, what else, a mare
>"Hey sugar, how bout you and I get lucky in the janitor's closet?"
>Without saying a word, you instinctively roll your eyes and walk away from the offending equine
>You COULD make a ruckus about your discomfort, but yelling and shoving little horses around like some primitive ape doesn't solve anything
>Plus, this job is the only opportunity you have here for a stable income, and you'd rather keep it like this for now
>So, with a sigh, you walk back to the office, continuing your mundane life