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The common room of The Hostess of Fertility was fairly quiet when Eila and I stepped inside, the last few customers present well into in finishing their last drinks. Looking around, I couldn’t help but perk up when I recognised two familiar faces working the closing shift.

An imposingly tall lady stood behind the bar polishing a pint glass, radiating a quiet air of ‘don’t fuck with me’. Hearing us enter, she looked between Eila and me, an eyebrow raised in a silent question. This no-nonsense lady was known as Mia (at least in the show) and was the owner and proprietress of The Hostess of Fertility.

The other familiar face was working out amongst the patrons, stoically cleaning surfaces and moving from table to table with preternatural grace. She was a blonde Eleven lady clad in a green maid’s uniform, a certain certified badass who I knew to be called Ryuu in the show.

My steps slowed as watched her work, a small smile on my face. She’d been pretty through a screen, but seeing her here in front of me was on a whole other level. She must’ve sensed my eyes on her, as she unerringly turned to look back at me, her blue eyes locking with mine.

I gave her a flirty smile, then almost instantly regretted it as a brief look of exasperation crossed her face.

‘Right, barmaid, she must get hit on a lot. Nice work, bonehead…’

My smile turning apologetic, I shot off a quick analyse, curious to see how much my thoughtless approach had annoyed her.

‘Level WHAT?!?’

More than a little shaken, I made it a point to scan through the rest of the crowd, growing more and more unsettled as I did. Not a one of the adventurers in that place had a level under the late fifties range, and that was just the lowest of them.

The average was sitting pretty at around the high 200 to low 300 range. The highest? Mia, or Mya in this world, who backed up her very scary appearance with an even scarier level 641.

Trying not to shit a brick, I tuned out of my surroundings, dipping into the comforting numbness of meditation as I fought to regain my mental balance. When I tuned back into the conversation, Elia had gone, and Mia was looking at me curiously, studying me carefully.

“Back with us, I see. Care to explain what that was all about? I could practically feel the panic rolling off of you.” she asked, voice carefully neutral. Taking a deep breath, I studied her right back, quickly deciding that I’d give the powerful woman some, but not all, of the answer.

“I’m not sure how much Elia explained, but this is my first time visiting this city from somewhere that you could accurately call the magical boonies. The most dangerous monsters were the people, and Adventurers? They may as well have been myths. I have something of an innate ability. It’s a helpful little thing that I can use to determine how powerful something is in comparison to me.”

She nodded, understanding dawning. “So, you used this ability here to get a lay of the land now that you were finally around proper adventurers, then almost shat yourself when you encountered higher tiered people for the first time?”

Grimacing, I nodded. “Minus the shitting myself? Pretty much.”

“Mmm, well, you’ll no doubt hear more about it at the Guild tomorrow, but rest assured you aren’t going to get splatted accidentally by some adventurer who sneezes around you at the wrong time. With all this blessed power comes an ironclad control of body, mind, and soul.”

Grabbing a glass from the bar, she tossed it into the air, her arm shooting out faster than the eye could see to catch the spinning glass at the height of its arc. With a grin, she lowered her hand and showed me the glass, which was entirely undamaged despite the speed at which she’d just moved.

“Now, enough messing about. It’s late, and we need to close.”

Gesturing for me to follow, she led me upstairs. Pausing at one of many closed doors, she handed me a cast iron key.

“Here. This is the key to your room. Don’t lose it.”

Giving her an affirmative nod, I thanked her, turning to open the door. I was expecting her to head back downstairs, which is why I was so surprised when she did no such thing, instead giving me a slow up-down look, her expression appraising.

Turning back to her, I raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. Whilst Mya was a little older than I’d usually go for, she was still an incredibly good-looking woman. If she wanted to check me out, I was more than ok with reciprocating.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll have **** to think that you’re fishing for an invitation inside…”

She snorted, a grin on her face.

“Mmmm, you’d like that, wouldn’t you…” she replied, slowly leaning towards me. Very much liking where this was going, I leant forward to meet her. We were mere inches apart when she stopped me with a finger on my lips, her grin turning into a softly teasing smirk.

“But no, I think not. At least not yet,” she said, removing her finger and kissing my cheek. “Grow a little stronger, a little less green, and then we’ll see…”

She chucked softly at my mildly affronted look, winking at me as she turned and headed down the hall, her hips swaying as she walked.

Turning to look back at me over her shoulder as she walked away, she added, “Nice to see you’ve got a backbone, though. Means I can let the kitty out…”

“I have no idea what that means.” I replied hesitantly, thoroughly confused.

“Oh, you will…”

Grumbling about cryptic women and their games, I made my way into my room, locking the door behind me. The room was incredibly cosy, its centrepiece a large bed that looked incredibly comfortable. Going through my pre-bed routine as best as I could without access to a toothbrush or toothpaste (an oversite I hoped to fix quickly), I got myself ready for sleep.

With a flick of a mental switch, I unequipped my outfit, marvelling happily as most of my clothes disappeared, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.

Crawling under the covers, I was pleased to discover that the bed was just as comfy as I thought. Letting out a contented sigh, I let myself get lost in the warm, fluffy bliss, eventually sinking into a near dreamless sleep.

I shifted, letting out a soft groan as I was slowly drawn from a restful sleep. Everything felt strange, my body tingling, hot, and hypersensitive. My groan turned into more of a moan as my throbbing erection made itself known, the slightest twitch sending lines of electricity through my system as silky cloth rubbed against sensitive flesh.

“Mmmmmm, smells shooooo goooooood…”

My eyes sprung open, the purr of the throaty, feminine voice dousing any last vestiges of sleep. With the light of the moon pouring in through a gap in the curtains, I could clearly see a person sized lump under the covers between my legs, its rear end seeming to wiggle from side to side.

My breath caught as a felt something soft nuzzling against my tented length, a gasp escaping my lips as I felt the soft press of lips caress the underside of my shaft through the thin layer of fabric provided by my underwear.

Throwing off the covers, I saw a pair of slitted yellow eyes set in a pale, sinfully cute face looking back at me. Feline ears twitched atop the woman’s head, perfectly blending with the woman’s shoulder-length brown hair. She let out a soft mewl that caused me to shiver, the woman panting with barely constrained lust.

Free of the covers, she arched her back, her bare ass slowly swaying from side to side in time with a white tipped brown cat’s tail. Running her hands up my thighs, she tucked slender fingers into the waistband of my underwear, then paused. The Hostess of Fertility’s very naked catgirl waitress slowly licked her lips, looking at me with lustful, begging eyes.

“Pleeeeeeease,” she moaned, sending shivers down my spine, “don’t send me away. I need it so bad…”

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded my assent, letting my uninvited guest have exactly what she wanted.