In a manner of speaking...

As you walk with Graham down the market street of Crow's Roost, you note how different it is from the markets in Kuramasato, your kitsune hometown. Rather than permanent stalls, it's little more than parked wagons and blankets laid out. It makes sense, though. Bandit towns are made to be able to pack up in a hurry.

More importantly, the people. They keep staring at you, their eyes zeroing in on your perky bare booty and jiggling, naked breasts. Oh, and your nude little cunny of course. Their eyes make your face and pussy heat up and your heart beat faster, but they always look away when they see the huge, armored man walking with you. The last anyone in a bandit town wants is to raise the ire of an Adventurer. They may be independent wild cards, but they also have the backing of every other independent wild card in the Adventurer's Guild. In addition to being some of the strongest fighters easily able to defend themselves...

They have friends in high places.

"I don't see any magic items, staves, or wands..." you say.

Graham nods. "Indeed. Most of the stock is of mundane quality or purpose."

You stop when you notice a large backpack that looks your size. "How about this, Master? I can use it to carry the camping and hunting supplies! Oh, I can even carry loot and treasure!"

Graham looks at the brown leather backpack sitting on the red blanket. The merchant, an old dogfolk woman, simply eyes you and your master impassively.

"How much for the backpack?" he asks.

"Four gold coins," she says. "Ain't enchanted."

"That is fine." Graham reaches into his waist pouch and pulls the coins from his wallet, dropping them into the dogfolk woman's outstretched palm. He picks up the backpack, handing it to you. "Here you go, Kohaku."

"Thankies, Master!" You grin, slipping it on. Your tail wags excitedly and you also feel your puss moisten at how wearing it makes your front feel all the more exposed in comparison!

"I suppose when we get to a town with a more proper market, we can buy you camping and other supplies," Graham says, turning to walk down the street.

You follow after. "Mmh! Okies, Master!"

As you pad along beside Graham, you look around curiously. The market is oddly quiet of chatter. Aside from the occasional grumbling or question of prices, most don't seem eager to make small talk. Trust must be a rare commodity in a bandit town...

"This is a fake!"

That loud voice cuts through the muted sounds of the market. You glance over and can't help but tilt your head to the side curiously.

With her pale skin, ruby red eyes, and snow white hair tied into two braids on either side of her face, you're not sure what she is at first. But as she gestures animatedly, you see her long, pointed ears. A snow elf!

A sub-race of elves adapted to frigid regions. What's one doing here? Judging from her outfit, is she an adventurer? The brown pair of short shorts that leave a scintillating amount of thigh between her long brown boots, green tunic, and brown hooded mantle all look like practical adventuring clothes. She even has a bow on her back and quiver at her belt. You can also tell she has a lot of magic power in her. Kitsune may not have the foxfolk sense of smell, but you're pretty good at sensing magic.

With her is another girl. With her wings, tail, and horns, it's clear she's another very rarely-seen race, a Dragonewt. She's a particularly busty one, at that. Even through her blouse and open blazer, you can tell she's packing a seriously large pair and you feel the desire to nuzzle up to them. With her tail, her red skirt is raised and you can tell from brief glances that she's not wearing any underwear. You really want to see more of her bubbly booty! With fair skin, golden draconic eyes, and a bob of violet hair, she's a beauty! Her stockings and simple brown shoes do wonders at accentuating her voluptuous thighs! Curiously, one of her hands looks draconic, complete with red scales and claws, but her other hand looks more human.

The elf is holding a salmon-colored scarf in one hand and waving it in the face of a batfolk woman. "I should call the Adventurer's Guild! Have them raid this place! How dare you try to pass this off as a magic item to an Adventurer! I can tell this shit!"

"Aria, please... Let it go," the dragonewt urges. Her draconic eyes gaze around the market uncomfortably as her loud friend's scene draws eyes.

"Not until I get my refund!" the snow elf shouts.

"Look, I don't have your money! That was yesterday! I already went to the brothel! I'm broke now!" the batfolk says, crossing her arms over her flat chest. Her outfit looks like she took a long, gown-like robe, cut it in half, wore the lower half as a skirt, and then covered her flat chest with the remaining scrap cloth as a tube top. "If you want your refund, wait until I sell something else!"

"Bullshit! I'm not waiting around for that, and you'll just skip town if I leave you!" the snow elf yells.

You look up at Graham, who has also stopped to stare at the scene. You don't think he recognizes them... But you can also tell he's dying to butt in and stop this.