156: A Cat Girl’s Inn

156: A Cat Girl’s Inn

“It was this one, wasn’t it?” Beatrice asked Tabitha and Rafaelia looking at the first inn they came across in the direction in which Ember and Olivia left the alley.

“Unfortunately,” Rafaelia and Tabitha said in unison and both let out a sigh.

The trio stood in front of a wide three-story building. Wide, by comparison to the narrow, poorly constructed buildings leaned that pressed against it on both sides, leaning against it. The inn’s first-floor walls were stone, while the second and third-floor façade was wood and plaster. It had five narrow windows on the second and third floors and four windows on the first floor. Elevated by two steps, the inn’s main entrance was through a large arched heavy wooden door, big enough for even the cowkin that Beatrice saw at the alley to pass through.

Over the door, hanging from a metal pole was a wooden sign that swayed a little in the wind that started to pick up. From both sides, the sign had a carved eggplant, painted purple that was crossed out with a fat red line and a circle around it. Under the crossed-out eggplant, the name of the inn was carved and painted in bright red letters. ‘The Wholesome Inn’.

Beatrice walked up to the door and saw a large parchment pinned right in the middle of it.

“No fucking, sucking, or inappropriate touching,” Beatrice read the warning on the note, written in bold red letters.

“Yeah, a really uptight place,” Rafaelia said with a sour expression. “Of all the places in this city… Why would any of you pick this one?”

“To take a break from all the screwing that’s going on all around us?” Beatrice asked. It made perfect sense for the succubus that at least some people would want a break once in a while if even non-Sex District or whatever streets were overwhelmed with debauchery.

“I’m pretty sure I’m banned here,” Tabitha said quietly.

“What?” Beatrice turned around and looked at Tabitha. The succubus was about to open her mouth to ask for a reason but instantly realized that there was no mystery in what possible reason could her cock-worshipping, sex-addicted, masochistic companion her banned from an inn like this.

“We’ll see what we can do,” Beatrice said and wondered whether Ember predicted that someone like Tabitha would be banned from this place. And if so, would she do something about it before Tabitha’s arrival or whether she picked this place for exactly that reason to screw with what Ember viewed as ‘useless’ companions.

The giant door swung open, nearly hitting Beatrice right in the face. The succubus just barely managed to get out of the way and jump off the stone steps without falling over. And just as Beatrice got out of the way, she saw a man fly out of the inn right past her and land face-first in the middle of the street, sliding further across it, sanding his face against the dirty, cum-stained pavement.

“And don’t let me see your face here ever again!” a tanned woman shouted with a throaty voice at the man she just effortlessly hurled out of the inn as she took a step outside the door.

It was no surprise to Beatrice that this woman could send men flying. The woman had an impressive muscular build. She wore baggy brown pants that had about twenty pockets and a white tank top that showed off her muscular arms and shoulders. The woman also had three golden rings pierced through her left ear. And she had pink, spikey hair that went in all directions, nearly hiding her cat ears despite not even being long enough to reach her nape. And if the cat ears were not enough of a giveaway, the staple tail behind her confirmed that Beatrice was dealing with a cat girl.

The crowd that the man slid through laughed and pointed fingers at him.

“Looks like another one couldn’t keep it in his pants in Y’Shtara’s inn!” one man laughed his ass off while copping a feel from a buxom woman next to him that he had his arm around.

“It’s as if certain people view it as a challenge,” another man laughed.

“To see who manages to sex the innkeeper?”

“More like who sets a new record in the innkeeper’s regular ‘Fool Hurling’ contest!”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“How about you grab her butt and go for a record?”

“Try that and I’ll break every bone in your arm!” the muscular cat girl shouted, warning the smartass idiots.

“I wish she’d step on me!” one of the shorter men in the crowd confessed with dreamy eyes.

“Ugh,” Y’Shtara grimaced with disgust and was about to go back into the inn when she finally saw Beatrice staring at her.

“What are you looking at?” Y’Shtara asked and crossed her arms.