Room 3

As you approach the locked door, you notice a scrawled note written in some unknown language that reads "chats en chaleur." The door seems to be protected by a mysterious rune and is locked. You eye the rune warily. Zorb the mage chirps up. “That’s a rune of transformation. If I’m not mistaken it will be triggered upon crossing the threshold… but opening the door may do it…” you roll your eyes at the vagueness of his information.

“Can you disarm it?” You ask.

Zorb the wizard scratches his bearded chin and contemplates your question. This guy always fails when it comes to initiative, you think. “I think so…”

Zorb reached out to touch the ward and there was a flash. Where moments ago had stood a human mage in his later years there now stands a rather curvaceous feline woman. “It’s disarmed.” She says, blushing.

“Right. You’re sure…?” You ask with a decided lack of confidence in the mages ability.

“Nyes. I am now…” she says, struggling with her speech. She reaches up and checks the heft of her new breasts. “Meow!” She gasps in shock.

“Good job.” You turn and listen closely at the door. You hear soft purring sounds coming from within, a felicitously feline noise thick with sensuality and unpredictability.

The mage reaches out and strokes your hair gently. You turn and look at her. “Are you alright?” You ask.

“Nyes. Nyou just look so… attractive…” she mutters, staring at you, her eyes wide and intense. She takes a little sniff and moves closer to you.

“Um… thanks.”

You fumble with your lock picks as the mage gets closer and starts fumbling with your belt. You push away her clawed hand and then push open the door to find a dimly lit chamber paneled with polished mahogany. A grand fireplace sits in the room's southern wall, adorned with detailed marble mantle, casting a warm flickering glow. The only remaining piece of furniture is an iron-bound wooden chest nestled in the southeastern corner. Strewn about the fireplace are several bedrolls, hinting at recent activity.

As you take in the room you notice a group of a dozen humanoids with enchanting cat-like faces, clad in leather armor, lounging nearby. Their slitted gazes, luminous in the half dark, locks with yours, exuding an aura of allure and danger.

“A hey. A room of wall to wall pussy…” you rub your hands together.