He has a point, even if you don't like it...

Well, you wanted help anyway.

He's not what you expected, but you let go of him with a sigh and show the catboy a slow nod. "Don't make me regret it. Just call me-" You begin, preparing to introduce yourself. "-Master!" Shouts the ginger catboy, who closes ths distance to grab you by your hips!

Your arms extend stiffly to your sides. On one hand, he's calling you master. On the other hand, he's quickly getting handsy with you. Is he trying to steal your stuff?- "I'm Phillip." He introduces, still gripping your hips, but his hold isn't very firm...

You consider pushing him away, but if you did and he had pickpocketed you, that'd only make it easier for him to flee. "Are you sure you want to go with me? I'm going- well, there." You answer while gesturing your chin towards the three paths through the cessponds. He looks over, then back to you- and he shrugs.

His eyes seem full of bright wits. "Well, me too, but I needed supplies. How about we try to bring a few more people?" He answers you... -which was your idea, too!

You plaintively shrug and nod in agreement. "Well, Phillip. That sounds like a plan-" You begin, but your voice ceases when Phillip's hands drop and make their move. He wasn't trying to pickpocket you.

He greedily grabs your butt with both his hands and rubs a thumb into your asscheeks, smiling with delighted perversion while he gropes your ass. "Take me in your tent and have nasty sex with me until someone else comes along, then! I'll make you cum a lot. You'll waste all your semen on a boy!" He lecherously coos to you, leaning-in close and face-to-face with you.