Chapter 156: A Cat Girl’s Inn

Chapter 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.

“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!”

“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.