157: The Cat Girl’s Younger Sister
"Intense!" was what Beatrice first thought of the buff cat girl’s dominant personality. Now that Beatrice looked back on it, she could not recall the last time people did not readily submit themselves to the succubus’s whims and wishes. Apart from those that actively sought to harm her or those that she deemed as allies, obviously. And most of those people were now dead.
“W-we’re looking for our friends that came here earlier,” Beatrice answered the cat girl, Y’Shtara. “You’re the owner of this inn, right? Have you seen a young woman in blue robes, with shoulder-length hair and cute freckles on her face?”
“The cutthroat mercenary that would laugh at the pain and misfortune of even her own allies?” Y’Shtara asked.
“T-that’s the one,” Beatrice confirmed the rather spot-on description of her bodyguard.
“Never heard of her,” Y’Shtara said flatly as she shook her head.
“A...” Beatrice was speechless for a second, before realizing that the cat girl was obviously pulling her leg. And Y’Shtara’s laughter confirmed this.
“Yeah, the bitch told me that a big-titted exhibitionist would be arriving soon, escorted by a barely legal fox girl and a skimpily-dressed, green-haired nympho,” Y’shtara said. “I’ve had enough of smelling stale cum. Follow me inside, but the green-haired cock-slut stays out.”
So not only was the ban thing real, but she remembers it? Beatrice thought as she wondered how many people did this innkeeper have to ban over the years of running an inn in a city as degenerate as this one.
Beatrice judged Y’Shtara not to be a person that would budge on her decision easily, so she decided to skip the pointless, time-wasting arguing or demeaning pleading. Instead, the succubus walked over to Tabitha and quietly said, “Stay right here and do not move from this spot until one of us comes to get you. Got it?”
“Yes! Absolutely!” Tabitha exclaimed with the determination of a brainwashed cultist. “I will not move from this spot for as long as it takes! Even if I starve and have to beg for random passersby’s cum for sustenance!”
“... That’s the spirit!” Beatrice said with a smile, feeling confident that she would find Tabitha at the entrance to the inn even if a week had passed. Not that Beatrice intended to leave the nympho alone for a whole week in the middle of a street full of degenerates. Thinking that, Beatrice also added, “You’re forbidden from engaging in any lewd activities while you’re waiting here! Not even so much as touching yourself is allowed!”
“Aaah!?” Tabitha sighed, visibly distraught. “B-but, but—”
“No ‘buts’!” Beatrice said. “Can’t you see that the innkeeper that so kindly welcomed us inside is running a wholesome establishment?”
“I… Understand,” Tabitha answered in a sunken tone.
“Good,” Beatrice said and followed Y’Shtara into the Wholesome Inn.
The inside of the inn was bright and lively. The light coming from the windows helped a great deal while it was still bright outside, but deeper into the common room the lighting was complimented by many candle lights and rushlights on the tables of the guests as well at the long desk of the innkeeper. Currently, the desk was serviced by another, smaller cat girl who, like Y’Shara, had pink hair, but much longer and done in a luscious thick braid.
Compared to the big and muscular Y’Shtara, the cat girl that currently handed out drinks had a tiny frame, though her barmaid’s low-cut white shirt complimented her big chest. The shirt kept the cat girl’s shoulders exposed, had flared sleeves and two straps that ran from just outside the upper cleavage area and around the back of the girl’s neck, performing the necessary duty of containing the cat girl’s breasts and preventing sudden wardrobe malfunctions.
The lower part of the cat girl’s wardrobe consisted of sexy low-waist shorts and contoured her round behind, showing off barely just an inch of skin where the girl’s thighs curved into her perky behind.
“My younger sister, Y’Shlata,” Y’Shtara said to Beatrice. Clearly, it was nothing new that Y’Shlata’s radiating positivity drew the attention of all who came to the Wholesome Inn for the first time.
If Beatrice had to describe Y’Shlata in one short phrase, it would be “tits on a stick”, though not in a way that looked weird or improbably unnatural. And there was more to the girl that attracted her to the patrons. She had an unwavering, cheerful smile and was kind to everyone that spoke to her, no matter whether they were tall or short, pretty or ugly. Even as the men stared at her cleavage, thighs or behind, Y’Shlata laughed and paid it no mind, which earned her generous tips.
Beatrice took notice that even while some men salivated while looking at the cheerful cat girl, not a single one dared to so much as accidentally touch her, let alone grab her behind. It did not take much deductive reasoning to realize that such monumental restraint coming from the perverted residents of this depraved city was due to the menacing aura that radiated from Y’Shtara. One look from the buff cat girl at a patron that let his gaze linger on her younger sister for longer than was deemed tolerable made that patron shrivel in stature while he found a sudden and deep interest in the inn’s ceiling’s massive wooden support beams.
Beatrice came to the conclusion that men’s stature was not the only thing that Y’Shtara effortlessly made shrivel if she chose to. Then again, judging by the dreamy eyes with which some drunken men and beastkin followed Y’Shtara’s every step, it looked like both cat girls had a substantial fanbase here.