The girl carefully made her way down the street, staying to the shadows as much as possible. That she was female could not be doubted, even though she dressed in heavy clothing and remained in the shadows her figured was unmistakable. Though she occasionally wiped her eyes, still the errant tear dripped from her face every so often to make a soft, barely audible plop that probably only her sensitive hears could hear.<br/><br/>She railed against her fate, wondering why she found herself in this situation. She could not remember how she came to be here. She had just... awakened, walking down the street, innocent of everything around her. Suddenly she had been surrounded by what seemed thousands of people, all talking at her in many languages and trying to touch her, to... pet her. Much of her clothing had been torn away, as she fought to escape the mob of what she found out later was adoring fans. She would have no minded so much if it had been her ability to sing they were responding to, but it had been the... ears and tail.<br/><br/>Why did no one else have ears and tail like she did? Why was she different? The tears began to fall in earnest as she remember the... days? weeks? She could not remember how long she had been wandering around now. It did not take long before she had to approach humans again, as her hunger drove her to try and beg for food. She learned about money, a commodity she lacked, and that you could not get anything without it...<br/><br/>Well, some kind of payment anyway. Many people responded to her exotic beauty, wanted to touch her, stroke her ears, pull her tail, and...  touch her intimately.<br/><br/>Other humans immediate feared her, screaming or even attacking her on sight. She felt completely alone now...<br/><br/>She had two choices, allow those people to... touch her...  her body shuddered with revulsion  at the thought...   Or steal the things she needed, and so she had taken things, become quite accomplished at it lately. She had warm, concealing clothing now and money on her pocket, and yet....<br/><br/>She looked around the dark streets she found herself on and shook her head sadly. Nothing had really changed, she was yet alone... always alone...<br/><br/>She looked through the door of a small bar and her stomach grumbled audibly. How long had it been since she had eaten? The place looked near empty, and she could small the aroma of the appetizers served within. Fried foods were not really her favorites, but it seemed likely she might be able to eat unmolested in this place. She adjusted her hood to conceal her ears, adjusted the dark sunglasses over her eyes, only slightly less attention gathering then her true, cat-like orbs, and tucked her tail uncomfortable into her clothing before entering the shop. She glanced around noticing that only a few people sat at the various tables and booths within. Only one person, a woman with rather enticing curves of her own, sat at the bar. Kiki knew it was a mistake, but her desire to talk to someone, anyone that would not think her an exotic sex-toy, or a monster, She moved to the bar, nervously taking a stool a couple of places away from the other woman. She quietly ordered several appetizers and a glass of wine from the bartender. She knew it was probably a remarkable amount for one person, but her metabolism seemed faster then a human, and she had to eat substantially more. The bartender grunted, surprised, but took her money and walked away. Soon, several dishes and a glass of wine sat in front of her and she began to eat. She glanced at the nearby woman, wishing she had the courage to speak. Inside she prayed this one might be different, but outside she was just to afraid to find out....