You have to earn your keep... and clothes!

With the catgirl mage seated in your lap, legs crossed prettily and smirking predatorily at you, you can't help but feel small and prey-like. Not to mentioned naked and ****...

Fran raises a finger. "First, we don't know ya'll, right? We do need a healer, but we dunno how good ya'll will be. Gonna have to earn your keep, little lady."

You fidget nervously, your arms bumping against your breasts and causing them to bounce and push together. Fran clearly notices. "I-I'm listening..."

"That means, anything you get, you need to earn." It's the draconic lancer Newton who speaks up. "Naturally, we'll feed you. Can't be useful if you're dead. But your share of treasure and investments in equipment will be based on how long you're with us, how useful you are, and how loyal you are."

That doesn't sound too harsh... So then why is Fran grinning at you like a cat eyeing up a mouse?

"What's the catch?" you ask.

"Sleeping arrangements and armor count as equipment," Newton says.

"You mean...?"

Fran grins. "Ya'll gonna have to earn some clothes, little lady!"

Your hands shoot over your breasts and pussy. "What?! That's not fair! Did the others have to do that?"

"Did they have to prove themselves to get their fair share and equipment investments? Yup! Of course!" Fran smirks. "But they didn't start off buck-ass nude!"

Your face burns. So much for a female party leader giving you a reprieve from perverts...

"Relax, little lady! Ya'll are gonna be our healer! We all know ya ain't a prostitute. We're not gonna **** ya'll to have sex with any of us. Ain't that right, Riley, Lin?"

You're again surprised when you remember the hooded figure is there, who gives a silent nod. The huge, armored Linden makes an OK sign with his gauntlet-clad hand.

"And until ya'll earn a bedroll, ya'll gonna have to share with one of us or sleep on the dirt. That includes if we stay at an inn. We ain't shellin' out for an extra bed unless you prove you're worth it, little lady," Fran continues, ear flicking and tail curled into a playful question mark.

Great... They won't fuck you, but you'll still have to be naked in bed with one of them unless you want to sleep on the floor. You feel you should haggle, but you know you don't have any bargaining power right now. In fact, considering the thugs and rapists filling this part of town, you're lucky you found an adventuring party with some standards... This might be the best chance you have. You may be naked for the foreseeable future, but you'll at least have a party and food to fill your belly... You might even be able to endear yourself to them.

...This sexy, dominant catgirl sitting in your lap is certainly making it hard to think.