City.

Once you cast your spell it is as if someone just turned on the air conditioning. You can tell it is hot, but you feel nice and cool. You decide to make your way into town, sort of because it was the way you were facing when you arrived. The oppressive sun is still very bright and you wish you had sun glasses. As you pass through the open gate you see a very old looking city that is much more full of life than you were expecting. Most everyone you see is dressed in light gossamer thin clothing, long flowing robes, or to your surprise you see several that are dressed in just a harness, like the cat people, with only their nether regions covered, their breasts only covered slightly by light chains if at all.

You walk around the city in about three hours looking for poor or downtrodden people to be charitable to, but never really find any, other than a single old dude that you give several gold which lights up his face but he doesn’t even say thank you. You also find someone selling silks and get yourself a long semi transparent hooded cloak, and decide it best to put the jacket in your bags, it just seems people are looking at you odd. Then feeling a bit naughty, “Well I should probably try to fit in.” You also buy a matching loose silk open back halter top and ankle length skirt, you can see your underwear through it but it isn’t so transparent as to make you look totally slutty. When you have it on, deciding on light blue, the woman selling the silks stands you in front of a mirror. “Oh shit, I’d bang that slut.” You say with a little laugh.

The woman that sold them to you winks and says, “So would I.” She is older, maybe 45, but quite attractive. She has deep brown eyes, a perky nose, sexy full kissable lips with bright red gloss. Her hair is long and black. Sexy full breasts stand proudly on her slender body. Long legs under a perky yet full ass. With every motion it seems to command attention yet seems tight and strong enough to bounce a quarter off of.

“Oh, hi.” You say blushing, and she goes back into her shop laughing sweetly.

You spend a few more of your limited coins acquiring a fresh meal of fish, bread, and lightly alcoholic wine. The next seven hours you spend searching the town for some sort of clue as to what the test is but, you get nothing, other than many many sexual advances, though most seem rather afraid of your apparently uncommon weapons. Though you get the idea that many if not most have no idea what they are. Finally dusk falls and you happen to stroll past an inn with someone singing within. The moment you enter your mouth drops, the singer is the cat girl from the tomb. No huge phallus, otherwise she looks essentially like she did when you saw her last. She wears the harness she wore, but with leather covering her naughty bits and low heel leather boots cover her feet. She is singing a sad tune while playing a long stringed instrument that is lying across her lap. The crowd of maybe twenty watch as they eat and drink and it would seem that wherever here is, watching a 7’ cat woman sing is as normal as anything. You buy a nights stay and stand there watching the show till she disappears back stage as her set ends.

A man in a fancy purple robe walks on stage, “Yeah, isn’t she great folks. Let’s hear it for D’Jadera. Now don’t forget the highest bidder in the next half hour can spend the night with a real princess. D’Jadera folks. Place any bids with the bartender. The winner will be contacted in an hour.” He the then waves his hand, “Next on stage is Brittany.” Sure enough it is her. She wears the exact same basically transparent skimpy dress and starts dancing seductively to the music of an offstage band. It is rather hard to stop watching, especially when she tosses off her top. Her cute little nipples simply demand you watch and you get a drink and sit down. To your surprise near the end of her routine she looks you in the eye, blinks, then smiles and waves to you. Then she is off the stage and the announcers voice calls out, “Next on stage, The Baroness. It isn’t anyone you recognize, she is a tall raven haired beautiful woman with somewhat hawk like features and yet a more voluptuous figure. Unlike the scantily clad Brittany, she is in full renaissance garb. Though as she dances she begins slowly shedding layers of clothing.

A small boy walks up to you with a brass key. “Miss Brittany has requested your presence in room 15 upstairs. She says to bring wine.” He holds out the key. It looks remarkably similar to the one she gave you before.