*Maggie, The Town's Senior Healer.*

"Maggie, we're honored by your presence!" The burly gentleman says, bowing low to the new arrival, who is dressed in the robes of a White Mage, the Priests, and Priestesses of the Sun Goddess Anktonata, lady of healing, purging the undead, and the hours between dawn and dusk.

"You may dispense with the pleasantries, I am here for the patient who had the sense to call for a healer, nothing more," Maggie says brusquely, and approaches you. She is, in a very real sense, one of the most beautiful cats you've ever met. Her leaf green eyes bore into your own like the famed laser blasts of her orders' offensive magic, and her dark cinnamon fur seems to almost dance with flames of desire.

It takes fifteen minutes of opening the pustules that have formed around each gore crusted spine embedded in your muzzle and draining the infection while removing the quill then blasting them with a little jolt of healing energy to get you back up and running again, and you are grateful for it: fifteen minutes that leave Maggie very flushed and flustered.

Using the power of Anktonata to mend wounds and heal injuries takes an emotional toll on her priests and priestesses, it engenders intolerable and unnatural feelings of arousal and sexual hunger, especially towards those healed. This is why you consider yourself especially fortunate to be blessed by a healer's ministrations, they are typically extremely reticent to treat strangers, especially of the opposite gender. What floors you is what happens next, she does not reject the feelings as is traditional, but instead appears to almost; embrace them...?

"By what name and Sigil are you known stranger?" She asks, taking your hand and gently leading you upstairs towards the inn's sleeping chambers while striding with a very sexualized strut...