Group is looking!

As you walk through the tavern again, you try to balance the four pale ales on your tray. Due to this, your ass is fully exposed to slaps and pinches. You try to endure it, but when a wet finger slips between your asscheeks, you jump and give out a "Kyaaa!" nearly dropping the tray in the process. You hurry along to the dimly-lit table in the corner, grimacing at the molestation.

When you reach the table, you finally get a good look at the four Adventurers.

Most prominent, sitting in the corner, is an absolutely massive figure in full-body armor. His horned helmet completely hides his face, but his armor is equipped with a mantle. The large tower shield leaning against the wall indicates that the armored man might be the tank, but you don't see a weapon on his person.

Sitting to the armored man's left (your right) is a young man with brown skin, slit amber eyes, and crimson hair, long and tied in a braid. His face is pretty, with leather armor hiding every part of his body aside from his head, feet, and hands. The red reptilian tail, clawed scaly feet, clawed scaly hands, scaled cheeks and reptilian wings indicate he's a Dragonewt, a very rare race. He regards you with a stern glare, but you don't have much time to process it before two slit-pupils appear in your vision.

"Ya'll brought our drinks! Thanks plenty!"

You nearly jump at the invasion of your personal space. Standing before you is a slender, flat-chested young woman in a dancer's costume. She's only a bit taller than you, but what draws your vision are the cat ears flicking atop her head and the long, swishing tail behind her. A cait sith? Her hair and fur are black, her eyes yellow, and her skin is as dark as the dragonewt lancer sitting at the table behind her. From hips to her feet, her legs are digitigrade and covered in black fur, while her feet are clawed paws. A gnarled wooden staff with a gem atop the head indicates she might be a mage, but her revealing costume is more indicative of a bard.

"Hey, she brought our drinks, guys!" the catgirl, probably the face of the group, announces to her party.

You place a drink in front of the empty seat where the catgirl is probably going to sit, then in front of the lancer. He's polite enough that he takes the third drink and places it before the armored giant in the corner. You go to place the fourth drink at the remaining chair, jumping when you spot who's sitting at it. Or, rather, that someone is sitting at it! You didn't notice them until now!

He's wearing a hooded cloak, wrapped tightly around himself. The hood is oddly effective at veiling his face in shadow, so you can't get a look at his features at all. Black breeches and black boots emerge from the cloak as he sits, but that's all you can see. A quiver full of arrows and a longbow rest against the wall, indicating he's an archer.

A mage, a tank, a lancer, and an archer. Pretty balanced party they have.

You're about to leave when you feel a hand on your shoulder, which only serves to remind you of how naked you are. You turn to see the cait sith mage hop onto the table, sandle-clad paw-foot gesturing at her chair.

"Hey, c'mon! Sit for a spell and get to know us!" You can't help but note her country twang, which doesn't seem to fit the magic staff on her back or the flashy, showy outfit she's wearing. "If'n your boss gets mad, we'll pay extra, little lady!"