Aruna
A man fell to the ground, his life ended before he could even process what happened. Ross Baldwin, a man known both for his particular taste in woman and the ludicrous amounts of money he used to purchase them. Although it wasn't officially prostitution, it didn't need to be. Desperate free cat girls had a hard time in this district and to say they lacked status was an understatement. Just finding work was hard, let alone finding a place to stay. Imagine how much power a man could have by offering a solution to all of those things. Yes, it was easy for the man formally known as Ross Baldwin to make these women completely dependant on them. Maids, cooks, whatever profession he could think of, they all essentially lived in his house and did whatever he said.
It was a sort of dream, one that ended without the man ever having to wake up. Aruna shifted into the man known as Ross Baldwin, taking on a new human alias for the first time in recent memory. All of the man's assets, all of his connections, they would all be Aruna's. He reached into the man's jacket and picked out a wallet. In his free hand, he held his soul, his memories. The orb vanished into nothing, stored within Aruna's body.
"Ugh. Modern humans have so many locks. Its going to take time to figure out his passwords. We can figure out a way to release the girls, get some peace and quiet in the house."