Paharita works it.

"Alright smart-ass," Tap growled. "But if you fuck up then you have to go corpse diving for the key."
Rita placed a claw on Tap's chest and pushed as she stepped forward. "Make room for the princess of picking. And try not to be too impressed." Rita said and gave her neck a crack. "And when I get this open, I claim half the swag."
Rolling his eyes, Tap stepped back and let Rita past him. She hunkered down so that her eyes were level with the keyhole in the middle of the dial. She ran two talons down both sides of the dial. She was purring.
"Shhhh," Rita whispered intimately at the safe. "You don't have to say anything,  I feel it too."
Rita twisted her body and curled her tail until the tuft of her tail was by her face. "Don't worry baby," Rita cooed as she pulled a bobby pin from the tuft. "I got what you need."
The little griffon moaned as she put her head against the flat metal surface. With the bobby pin pinched tight in one claw and an outstretched pinkie talon from the other, she fiddled with the keyhole. With every twitch she made small gasping noises and Tap found himself shifting uncomfortably in place.
After roughly a minute of fiddling Rita began panting as she went deeper into the lock. "Yes," she squealed. "I'm about to—"
Rita shuddered as she pulled her claws from the lock and yanked the handle of the safe. It opened without resistance and she fell onto her side with a dramatic squeal.
"Was it good for you?" She whimpered, looking up at the open safe.