Early in the Afternoon

It was just past noon when Cleo passed the sign that told her she was finally in Amare. 'Welcome to Amora Province,' it said in bright, welcoming letters, portraying a beautifully colourful hillside and small city, and multiple people of all different kinds of species that all smiled and waved. 'The Land of Love and Freedom.'

While Cleo was sure it was biased in favour of tourists, it stood in stark contrast to the 'welcome' sign of her own home province. She could remember it well. 'Castitas,' it simply said, showing a church and shining sun in the background, and a single family where the men and boys wore matching blue suits, and the ladies and girls more matching pink dresses, all of whom were kneeling and praying. 'Sanctuary for the Pure and Righteous.' God, even her home's welcome signs were pretentious.

Soon enough, however, she found herself in Amora's capital city called, creatively enough, Amora City. The streets went from near empty to filled with traffic as she came to the city's downtown district. Here, as she waited at the many intersections and such, she glanced around to the people outside. All sorts of people and species walked about, and acted about what she expected, but it was what they wore and how they wore their clothing that shocked her. While many dressed in dark, professional, business clothing, it was much more revealing then she expected. The women had skirts that barely covered their thighs, and their blouses left so much of their cleavage exposed! The men also had their shirts opened to an absurd degree, one guy didn't even have a shirt on! A muscular lion who wore black pants and shoes but his torso was completely bare! Cleo stared, slack-jawed, while he chatted casually with two businesswomen, who acted as if this was completely normal. In her home, he would've been screamed as a lecherous freak and all but chased away by an outraged mob, if not outright arrested for public indecency! But here the women didn't seem to notice. Or, maybe they did, as she saw their eyes seem to drift down to his chest, and maybe even down to-

A sudden honk from behind caused Cleo to yelp in surprise, the light had been green for some time and the cars behind her had gotten impatient. Cleo blushed heavily at her distraction and drove on, mentally chastising herself. Rule number 1 when driving: Eyes on the road. She had planned on taking a scenic route through the various parts of the city to see what it had to offer, but if she got this distracted in what was supposed to be the business district of the city, maybe it was better to take a more direct route to her new home and see it all on foot.