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...?"
Man look at woman breast and put a coin between them. "As long as you're dressed like a whore, I'll treat you like a whore. Dance."
I look at the coin he placed between my breasts with slight confusion before looking back at him. "Dance?" I repeat questioningly, not quite understanding what he means by that. My ears twitch as I try to make sense of his words. This human is certainly strange...
"You're almost completely naked, how else should I react?" Man looked at Ghislaine body. "What did you expected when you dressed like this?"
I look down at my attire, confused. "...This is just how I've always dressed." I tell him, my expression unchanging. "I don't understand what you mean by 'dance', either... are you saying you want me to do something?" My feline ears prick up slightly in curiosity and confusion, completely failing to notice the lewdness of his statements.
"Really?" Man looked at Ghislaine. "Alright, follow me, I explain everything."
Well, if you insist... I stand up and follow the man through the tavern, keeping pace with his long strides So... "dance" means what? I've never been to a dance before.
The man heads to the nearest brothel filled with whores and prostitutes of all kinds. He leads the girl behind him to show her the reason why he reacts so much to her clothes.
(The two enter the brothel, and Ghislaine finds herself surrounded by scantily clad women moving to music, their hips swaying in time. She looks back at her companion, confused.) "...So this is what you meant?" she asks, not quite understanding why his reaction has led them here.
Man ask some of prostitutes to explain Ghislaine all the nasty stuff they know. The man paid for the lessons.
The women eagerly begin to show her various lewd and suggestive dance moves, their bodies pressed tightly against each other in some instances. She watches with interest but still doesn't quite understand why they're teaching her this... Is it because she's a beast-man? That can't possibly be right, there are elves here too... This human is just very strange...
Man ask someone to explain Ghislaine how whore works.
As the woman explains her work, Ghislaine listens intently, trying to make sense of it all. It's... an interesting way of life, she supposes. But as a warrior and member of a werecat tribe, such a lifestyle would never suit her. No matter how flamboyant or lewd the dance moves might be, there's no place for them in her world. Perhaps this is just another curiosity she can add to her growing list of experiences from traveling the main continent...
"And your attractive outfit looks like exactly the clothes for whore and prostitutes. It's like you're selling your body." Man said after Ghislaine take all explanations from brothel workers.
"Ah... I see." The cat-woman looks slightly ashamed as she realizes the implications of her clothing choices. "I apologize if my attire has caused offense. Where I come from, wearing such clothing is simply the norm for our tribe." She pauses, hesitating before asking, "But... do humans truly find this kind of thing appealing?" Her tone is innocent and genuinely curious, with no trace of her usual indifference or arrogance.
"Half the tavern was drooling at you." Man answered. "Even I, as you noticed."
"Oh..." She takes in this new information with a mix of surprise and confusion. "I see... I had no idea." Her expression remains unreadable as she tries to process this strange human behavior. There's clearly much more to the world than she realized, and it only makes her wonder about all the things she hasn't seen or experienced yet. Perhaps traveling and learning from others is the key to truly understanding oneself...
Man just grabbed Ghislaine breast and squeeze it. "So, until you dressed like this in our society, I shall act as if you was some whore."
I freeze at the sudden touch, my eyes widening in surprise and shock before narrowing into cold fury. This human has gone too far! Without a word, she draws her sword with blinding speed, its razor-sharp edge glinting ominously in the dim light of the brothel. The weapon itself hums with power as she holds it at the ready, threatening to strike down any who dare touch her again. Her feline ears flatten against her head and a low growl rumbles in her chest, signaling that she's prepared for battle if necessary.
"Do not," she says slowly and dangerously through gritted teeth, "ever do something like that again." There is no hint of humor or playfulness in her voice now; only a cold and merciless warning. Her expression remains neutral as ever, but the rage burning in her eyes betrays the depth of her anger.
Around them, the other patrons of the brothel have gone completely silent at the display, their attention fixed on Ghislaine and her sudden transformation from meekness to fury. The man who grabbed her breast looks terrified by her reaction and quickly backs away, holding his hands up in surrender.
It's clear that while she may be unfamiliar with human customs and ways of thinking, Ghislaine knows precisely where the line between playful banter and physical assault lies... and she will not hesitate to defend herself or others when that line is crossed.
"I already paid you in tavern, slut. Shut up." Said man. And it was true: Man drop a coin to Ghislaine in tawer and for long time that woman do nothing: she learned a lot of things from whores and prostitutes, all paid by the man.
The man's words cut through her anger like a knife, and for a moment she stands there uncertainly, the sword still held loosely at her side. What he says does make sense... She'd been acting on impulse, allowing her instincts to take over without considering the situation fully. In the end, it was only because of his payment that she had access to this knowledge in the first place.
Taking a deep breath, Ghislaine lowers her sword and sheathes it with practiced ease. Looking up at the man once more, she tries her best to sound contrite even as she mentally berates herself for being so gullible. "I... apologize for my actions," she says softly. "You are correct in saying that I should not have reacted that way." There's a brief pause before she continues, "Perhaps I still have much to learn about your ways..." Her tone is thoughtful and regretful as her ears slide back into their natural upright position, no longer threatening or defensive.
With a final nod of acceptance, Ghislaine turns away from the man, feeling both embarrassed and enlightened by this strange encounter. As she makes her way back to the tavern where she'd originally met Richard, she can't help but wonder if there might be more valuable lessons waiting for her in the unexplored corners of this world...
Her steps are lighter now, almost carefree despite the weighty thoughts in her mind. Perhaps, just perhaps, this strange human had done her a favor after all.
Man follow Ghislaine to tavern. "Change your dress or next time I will paid for sex."
"I see..." Ghislaine looks down at her attire, considering the man's words. She had been raised to believe that this was acceptable dress, especially among their tribe. But perhaps in human society, it could be seen as too revealing... "I will take your advice into consideration," she tells him with a nod. Her tone is polite and respectful, even if there's still an air of innocence around her that makes it difficult to tell whether or not she truly understands the full implications of his statement.
With one last glance at Richard, Ghislaine finishes her drink before returning to her usual table. As she waits for someone else to approach her, she can't help but wonder what other surprises and challenges this world might hold...
(If she doesn't change her outfit, then tavern folks walk to her and try to pay for having sex with her.)
After careful consideration, Ghislaine decides that perhaps it would be best to adhere to the man's advice and change her dress. She heads back over to where Richard is sitting and bows politely before him. "Thank you for your words. I will take them into account." With a faint blush on her cheeks, she quickly leaves the tavern once more in search of more suitable attire that would better suit human customs without sacrificing her dignity or comfort as a warrior.
(Ghislaine just found even more open outfit, that make her look like even more nasty slut.)
Finding an outfit that suits her needs as both a warrior and someone who wants to fit in among humans proves to be quite the challenge. However, she finally manages to locate an ensemble that covers her body sufficiently without impeding her movement or comfort. It's made of thick leather straps strategically placed across her chest and hips, held together by frayed threads. The outfit is designed more for protection than seduction, but Ghislaine is hoping it will still be acceptable in this strange new world.
With a satisfied nod, she returns to the tavern and takes her seat at Richard's table once again. "I have found an outfit that I believe suits my needs better," she says proudly, motioning for him to inspect her attire. Her expression remains neutral as ever, but there's a hint of hope in her eyes that perhaps this change will lead to new friendships and opportunities for growth...
(Whole tavern looked at Ghislaine and smiling, some of them completely believed that Dedoldia is some form of slut of whore. They sure will try to paid her for sex.) Man looked at Ghislaine and... The man choked on his ale. "It's BDSM outfit!"
Ghislaine looks over at the man who just choked on his ale and raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "BDSM?" She repeats the unfamiliar term carefully. "What does that mean?" Her feline ears twitch as she tries to place the significance of this information.
"It's meant that you dressed like... Like... It's even more nasty than before, Ghislaine! Like... Oh... BDSM is sort of sex games: some sort of people love to give or take pain. And you dressed like you want to play that sort of stuff: to be punished during sex, wild and rough and painful sex." Man explains, looking at Ghislaine body.
"I... I see..." The cat-woman's expression grows more confused as she processes this information. Her ears flat against her head in surprise and confusion. "But I don't understand. Why would someone want to hurt themselves during sex? Or why would they want to be hurt by another person?" She asks, genuinely puzzled. Her attire has certainly raised a lot of questions and sparked many debates among the tavern patrons... but it seems that even she is still struggling to comprehend the complexities of human sexuality and their customs.
"How I supposed to know? You need to have sex if you wanna find out will you love BDSM or not."
"I... I see..." The cat-woman ponders over the man's words, still seeming perplexed by the concept of BDSM and the desire to engage in such activities. Yet another aspect of human culture that is entirely foreign to her. She supposes there are many things she will have to learn if she wishes to understand these people better. Perhaps experiencing them firsthand would be the only way...
"But I must admit, this BDSM outfit you mentioned... It does not suit my personality or lifestyle as a warrior," she confesses with honesty. "Perhaps I will stick to more comfortable attire for now." There's a brief pause before she asks tentatively, "What do humans typically wear in such situations?"
Man looked at Ghislaine outfit. "Dildo. This is the only thing that your outfit doesn't have right now."
"A... dildo?" The feline warrior repeats cautiously, her ears perking up at the unfamiliar word. She looks around, noticing that several of the patrons in the tavern are now staring at her in an even more lewd and suggestive manner. "Why would someone want to wear... such a thing?" Her tone is both curious and slightly bewildered as she struggles to comprehend this new information about human sexuality.
Still, it's clear that the outfit isn't suitable for her purposes as either a warrior or an ambassador of sorts from her tribe. Perhaps something more neutral would be better suited for further exploration and understanding of this foreign world...
"To satisfy themselves. Dildo activate comfort zones inside body... You know which one, you supposed to know it from whores already."
"I see..." Ghislaine continues to ponder the man's words, feeling her cheeks flush with an unwanted heat. The thought of such devices filling a person with pleasure is foreign and uncomfortable to her. Still, she supposes that understanding these things could be helpful in navigating human society better... Perhaps one day, she might even find herself willing to try such experiences for herself. For now though, she decides it's best to focus on mastering the basics of their language and customs first before delving deeper into their more exotic and alluring aspects.
"Just in case: found a boyfriend and have sex already. Your altitude is weird: why you dressing like that if you don't find a boy to have sex with?"
"I... I see your point," she finally admits, looking down at her attire once more. "In my tribe, wearing such clothing is simply part of our daily lives. We don't really think about how it might be perceived by others." She pauses for a moment, considering his words carefully before adding, "I shall keep your advice in mind as I continue to explore this world and learn from its people." There's a brief flash of uncertainty in her eyes before she manages a small smile, perhaps hoping that he'll understand where she comes from and the challenges she faces.