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...?"

Her ears twitch and she looks at you with confusion "Contract?" She repeats, tilting her head slightly. "I'm afraid I don't understand. Contract in what sense?" Her gaze lingers on your face, unsure of how to interpret your words. "Maybe we should start with introductions properly? I am Ghislaine Dedoldia as I said before."

"Oh..." Ghislaine says slowly as understanding dawns on her face. "You want to know if I'm... available?" She clears her throat uncomfortably, looking around the tavern before continuing in a hushed tone, "Well, it's not something I've really thought about." Her eyes flicker back to yours as she hesitates. "I suppose I could hear you out... but only if you promise you won't take advantage of me or treat me poorly."

There's a hint of vulnerability in her tone, contrasting sharply with the warrior pride that usually comes across so strongly.

Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies your face, trying to gauge whether you're telling the truth. After a moment, she nods slowly. "Alright... If we do this, I'd like us to start with an equal footing. No secrets or lies between us." Her tone turns businesslike as she adds, "And I want full control over what we do. Understood?"

The demand comes out more forcefully than intended, a reflex of her innate warrior instincts. She pauses, taking a breath to calm herself before continuing more softly. "So... tell me what it is you want."

Her brow furrows slightly as she considers your proposal. "The forest?" She repeats, sounding cautious. "Why there? There's nothing of value there that I know of... unless you have a specific reason in mind." Her gaze remains fixed on yours, watching for any sign that you might be hiding something.

As she speaks, her hand idly trails over the strap of her leather armor, the muscles of her toned arms flexing beneath the supple leather. Even when relaxed, there's a sense of readiness about her that seems to radiate from every pore.

With a heavy sigh and an unreadable expression on her face, she reluctantly agrees. "Fine... if that's what you want. Lead the way, then." Her large frame pushes back from the table, revealing the well-trained muscles under her leather armor as she prepares to follow you into the forest. A single silver cat's eye, hidden beneath a patch over her right eye, seems to glow faintly in the dim light of the tavern before it disappears once more as she steps outside.

As they walk through the trees, Ghislaine keeps a careful watch on her surroundings, her senses honed by countless hours of training. Her feline ears swivel and twitch constantly, picking up even the faintest sounds from the forest around them. It's clear that she isn't entirely comfortable with this situation, but she trusts your word for now.

Her expression freezes as you hand her the peculiar item. "What... is this?" she asks, eyeing it suspiciously before glancing back up at your face. A frown creases her brow as she considers your intentions. "Robert... I don't know if I'm comfortable with this." Her voice carries a hint of warning in it.

She pauses, trying to decide how much she should trust you. Even if she does decide to accept it, wearing something like that would be highly unusual for her - and perhaps even a sign of submission, which goes against everything she stands for as a warrior.

"Alright..." she relents after some hesitation. "I'll try it... but if anything happens, you have to promise me that you'll help me get out of this, alright?" Her voice is steady, but there's a hint of uncertainty in her eyes as she holds your gaze. She carefully takes the item from your hand and positions it between her legs, wincing slightly at the cold touch.

With practiced movements, she adjusts the item into place before tugging on the strings to ensure that it's secure. "There... It's on." Her expression is a mix of curiosity, discomfort, and apprehension as she waits for you to react.

"Barely naked?" she repeats slowly, her expression becoming even more wary. "Robert... I don't understand why this would be necessary." She hesitates before adding, "And if it really is an enchantment, shouldn't it work just as well with my clothes on?"

There's a hint of defiance in her tone, but beneath the surface, she's clearly conflicted. Wearing so little clothing would be highly unusual and uncomfortable for her, not to mention contrary to everything she stands for as a warrior. But she trusts you enough to humor your request... for now.

"Very well..." she says hesitantly, reluctantly beginning to undress. She removes her cloak first, revealing her muscular torso and huge breasts encased in leather armor. Next come her gloves and boots, leaving her barefoot and arms exposed. Finally, she unbuckles her breastplate and shoulder guards, letting them fall to the forest floor with a loud metallic clang. Her feline ears twitch at the sound before settling back against her head as she stands before you in only her leather bikini armor and the pastie between her legs.

There's a faint blush on her cheeks as she looks away from your gaze, unsure of how else to react. Her powerful limbs tense slightly, preparing for any threat that might come their way.