(3) She finds a tomboy cat.

Marching down a side street in the capital of Tolis, a catfolk girl moves with a strangeness to her step. Every few moments, she takes an incredibly deep inhale, and then exhales a shaky breath back out, as if trying to remain calm despite there being no chaos at all around her. Summer is certainly a hot time of the year, though that may not be the only reason why a few beads of sweat roll down her tight, bare midriff. She wipes a hand over her forehead, beneath a head of short, messy, orange hair, as her long and fluffy tail sways with each step she takes.

This one's name is Rita, as is written in bold white lettering over her deep blue tube top. They restrain a bouncing chest a little below the average size, and tease beneath the fabric is a lighter shade of skin. She's tanned darker from top to bottom, though not as much beneath her clothing. And it's fortunate her top is coloured dark, because a keen observer could see excited nipples pushing tight up against the inside, but it surely isn't cold outside. Below her stomach are thin, black shorts which hug the alluring curves of her hips and thighs. A crossbow and quiver hang from her belt as well as a dagger on he other side. A brown pair of leather boots are tall enough to reach her knees, and they match in colour a set of fingerless gloves.

While appearing as a nimble, athletic girl, the way she moves down the street--eyes darting left and right as she breaths hot and heavy--doesn't suggest that same level of confidence and skill. Clearly something is distracting her. She finally stops and leans back against a nearby lamp post. A bar protrudes out from above here, where a lovely basket of flowers hangs to decorate the road. "I think... maybe I went a little too hard," she says under her breath, to herself alone.

Though she isn't alone, and that certainly wasn't only to herself. The sound of a whistling jingle is heard from above, turning the cat girl's head skywards to see right up the skirt of a bunny sitting on the flower pot's post. Garbed in the same suit as before, Mayheim spins the flute in her hand like a dancer's baton, pulls off her hat, and allows the instrument to fall right inside. After running a hand back through her hair, between her ears, she slides the cap right back on--rabbit ears popping back through the holes. Then she finally hops down and lands beside the other girl.

"Woah, uhm... Hello there," Rita says with an awkward smile.

"Hey!" With her hands on her hips, May looks at this newfound tomboy up and down. "Are you all right?"

Shocked by this, Rita answers quickly. "Of course I am! Why do you ask?"

But she leans in close. Gently, she places a hand upon her cheek, and she whispers quietly. "You don't have to lie to me. I'm your guardian angel, here to help you fulfill your desires. That's what you want, right?"

Her face flushes red. After shaking in place for a moment, she pulls a step away. "Wh-What are you talking about?"

The hatted rabbit laughs towards the sky. "My name's May the Mischievous Mage. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm here to... have some fun," she says with a dramatic bow.

"I'm Rita, but what kind of fun?"

Seeing the interest in her eyes, May crosses her arms and stares deeply into the other's eyes. "How long has it been?"

"How did you--"

"Tell me," she says, leaning in close with a wide grin across her face.

She looks around before speaking, to make certain nobody else can hear or is watching. "T-Two weeks."

"Did you, every day?"

"This is too much! I don't know who you are, b-but I can't--"

Sticking out her tongue in a teasing manner, May comes in close to poke a finger against her belly. "You wouldn't say no to these adorable eyes, would you?" She blinks her lashes--eyes as vibrant as gold, with a sky of stars twinkling within them. "I just want to know what fun you've been having, so I can have some too."

Such seduction is too powerful for this flaming hot bisexual babe to resist, especially given her condition. "Every day. I've been... edging... every day, for two weeks. But lately, I've been going even harder. I c-can barely stand. I think I went too far. Oh by the gods, my entire body is burning. Itching. I need it. Stop reminding me of it, or it gets even worse!" By the end of her sentence, she finds herself shouting and immediately covers her mouth with both hands.

"Then let's go for a walk!" May slaps her full opened hand against Rita's perky butt.

"Ah~!" She can't help but moan in surprise at the sudden impact, which again brings her hands to cover her lips.

"I'm not sure if it's more fun to tease someone who wants to be teased, or someone who doesn't. Maybe it's like having different flavoured of ice cream on different days."