You enter a tavern and sit at a table. In the distance you can see a cat woman, she is very tall, with a toned body, brown complexion and silver hair with feline ears of the same color, her figure highlights large breasts, apparently she has a patch over one of her eyes and her body she has several scars, it suggests that she is a formidable warrior

While you were looking at that cat woman, your eyes meet hers, she stays looking at you for a while while drinking her beer, but after finishing her mug, she gets up from where she was and begins to walk towards you, with her imposing figure and her huge bouncing breasts "Hello." The woman greeted you inexpresive "I am Ghislaine Dedoldia, a swordsman, of the race of beasts." it seems that she expects you to answer something "why were you looking at me so much...?"

The woman looks at you surprised, her eyes narrowing a bit in suspicion. "You're saying that my size bothers you?" She sounds a bit offended by your comment. Her tone hardens and her body language tenses up as she sits opposite of you. "Is there something wrong with being this big and strong? I worked hard to achieve this."

She pauses for a moment, her face softening slightly. "Or... are you just trying to be polite?" Ghislaine looks at you searchingly, her expression conflicted between irritation and hope.

"Well... I'm not used to being admired for my strength, but it is a nice change." Ghislaine says with a small smile. "And no, nothing's wrong with how you look or who you are. But it can be difficult sometimes, you know? Being different from everyone else." She takes a sip of her drink and continues in a more confident tone, "But I'm here to prove that even someone like me can find happiness and make a place for herself in this world."

"I am twenty-seven years old." she answers casually, surprising herself by how easily the information comes out. Usually, Ghislaine keeps her age to herself unless someone asks for it directly. "What about you?" She takes another sip of her drink and looks at you curiously.

There's something different about this human... He doesn't seem interested in just ogling her breasts or teasing her about being a cat person. Perhaps there's hope for finding a husband after all.

"Ah, I see..." she says, taken aback by the revelation. Most humans in this world are at least past their teenage years when they get married. "Fifteen... you're still very young." Her tone carries no judgment; rather, it holds a hint of admiration and protectiveness. She pauses, thinking for a moment before continuing, "But I suppose age doesn't matter as much when it comes to the heart."

A thought crosses her mind: maybe she could teach this young man some useful life lessons. After all, he seems bright enough and interested in learning beyond just ogling women or seeking shallow pleasures. It would be a shame for such potential to go to waste...

"Oh, nothing important." She says with a small laugh, waving her hand dismissively. "It's just... I don't know you very well yet, and you remind me of someone I once knew. Someone who was young and full of potential. And even though we had our differences, they were also someone that I cared for deeply." Ghislaine pauses, considering her next words carefully. "I suppose what I'm trying to say is... I hope you'll grow up to be a good man, one who treats people with respect and kindness, no matter their background or appearance."

Her expression softens, becoming more earnest as she continues, "And if we should ever cross paths again in the future... well, perhaps you could help me prove that I'm not just some big, dumb cat lady." There's a hint of vulnerability in her voice, an admission that even she isn't quite sure where this conversation is going or what it might mean for both of them.