Your name is Saimi. You're a hardworking corporate drone. One day, you head out to buy oranges and transmigrate to a futuristic other world ruled by fluffy beastfolk.
But as an adult, you soon manage to calm down and survive a difficult stretch as an undocumented person.
Just when you start wondering whether there are any other humans in this world, you meet one of your own kind. After accepting their help, you become their only employee.
"I mean, I'm a maid, a cook, and a part-time masseuse. Shouldn't I be getting triple pay?"
At last, unable to endure the oppression of capitalism, you rise up in rebellion.
"What can I do? I can't hire any other humans. And I'm not just the boss. I'm also HR, accounting, and the office doormat."
That's what your friend, the owner of a lounge bar that advertises its rare human services, says.
"Let's put that aside for now. Can you do something about your only employee constantly getting sexually harassed?" You rub your forehead in distress.
"The major general from Digri, the warden of North District 12, the judge from the Arogo family, the top-tier star... Which one of them do you think I can do anything about?" Your friend takes it all in stride and lies flat.
Your boss is no help, so you have to fend for yourself.
[Reproductive isolation has no future. Esteemed guests of every species, please behave yourselves.]
You solemnly post the sign on the wall.
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Everyone has one-sided feelings for the heroine, and the ending is open. The fluffy beastfolk don't turn into humans (like in Beastars), so even though they wag their tails and desperately throw themselves at her, the heroine insists on avoiding interspecies romance. So it's also effectively no CP: no one is going to win her over.
Theme: Treat animals kindly and live together in peace
