Take a seat and know them better.

Awkwardly, you hop into the chair, painfully self-conscious of the wooden surface under your bare bum. The catgirl mage sitting on the table grins at you and you can't help but note her feline fangs. As she lifts the mug to her lips, she gestures at the three men sitting at the table.

"Draggy there is Newton. Big one back there is Linden but we call 'em Lin. The shy one skulkin' over there," she gestures to the one in the hooded cloak, who you keep forgetting is even there, "is Riley. Name's Fran. But gotta say, ya'll don't look like a waitress, n' ya'll don't look like a prostitute neither. What's your story, little lady?"

Fran, Newton, Lin, and Riley? What an odd bunch... "Um, I'm actually a healer trying to become an Adventurer," you explain. The three men at the table don't give any reaction. Riley and Lin have their faces hidden, Newton's expression hasn't changed from his judgmental glare. Fran, however, watches you with clear cat-like curiosity. "I kind of ran out of money at the inn near the entrance to town and..." You wrap your arms around your breasts, the ample flesh squishing around your arms. You catch Fran licking her lips at the sight. "They took my clothes and everything I had for staying past what I could pay... N-Now I'm broke and..." You're fighting back tears now. "I don't know what to d-"

You jump when you feel something in your lap. It's Fran! She's sitting sideways, a finger running up your chin. "Awww, poor thing... How good ya'll at healin', though?" You hear a soft purr coming from Fran's flat chest, while her arm squishes into the breastflesh bulging over your arm. You aren't sure whether to be aroused, embarrassed, or comforted. Fran certainly is an... open person.

You raise your hand, letting the magic glow on it. "I know Heal, Taunt, Rally, and Charm..." you explain.

Fran snaps her finger. "Well, shoot! We could use a healer! What ya'll think?" She turns to grin at the party.

The giant Lin and cloaked Riley are silent. It's the draconic spearman Newton who gives an exasperated sigh. "You're the party leader, Fran. I agree, we could use a healer and she's got some utility with her other spells. Can she do anything else, though?"

"Uh... I can cook! A-And I can carry your stuff! I can, uh... I can set up and take down camp! And clean your equipment! I can wash your clothes, too!" This group seems decent. If this could be your ticket to clothes and an adventuring party...

"Final decision is with Fran," Newton says. It dawns on you that this party may have three men in it, but the leader is a girl. Does that mean you don't have to worry about getting perved on?

"Hang on," Fran raises a hand and you can't help but note the lack of fingernails. Instead, it looks like the cait sith has retractable claws. Her ears fold back as she thinks, fuzzy tail tickling at your nude thigh. "I might have some terms... After all, ya'll don't exactly got a position a power here. I think we might need to set some conditions, just until ya prove ya'self a valued member of the party, ya know?"

Uh oh...