What a glorious time to be alive!<br/><br/>After spending her entire life under the tutelage of Dandelion, the most famous, revered and perverted bard that the land has ever seen, it's time to set out on your own. The wisdom and perversion of your Master knew no bounds, as he made sure you learned everything before freeing you and kicking you out of his retirement estate!<br/><br/>He left you a parting gift; a matching set of nipple rings with bells inserted, to help you along the way with crafting your own reputation. You soon figured out from your travels and ordeals that these are no ordinary nipple bells, as they grant you a nice boost to your bardic power, but in exchange, require to be fueled by male cum! Such a hassle considering you prefer the ladies, little kitty bard! You make due with that as best as possible, wandering from town to town and getting into trouble and occasionally molested and used against your will, only to escape to live free another day!<br/><br/>Finding yourself currently in a rather quaint fishing town known as Praven, with its key location at the delta of a moderately sized river, makes for a excellent port for exotic imports and exotic slavegirls. Having settled down here after running away from a Count that wanted to enslave you to add to his harem of constantly pregnant breeder fuckpets, never mind that you were a free kitty with no interest! Having to deal with a society that treats poor innocent girls such as yourself as distinctly second class citizens is a danger and a chore rolled into one. Such girls fall into four distinct roles. A daughter and owned by her father or brother to be sold later to a suitor for a hefty amount. The second class is that of a worker, that does the odd menial job that males are either too lazy or too proud to do, like cleaning and looking after children and waitressing and so on. The third class is fuckpet, with girls that have had their sentience stripped away by men pumping their asses full of cum, which breaks their minds and will turning them feral, to be later trained to be domesticated as house pets. Such girls are the luxury of the rich since they're useless as workers and used as a status symbol. Every animal girl alive fears that happening to them, and the results of losing their own minds thanks to their "inferior" gender. The last class is where you belong, as a free kitty bard that can go about and do whatever she wants! Within the law, of course, as getting arrested and jailed will definitely mean being sold by the state on auction as punishment for your crimes.<br/><br/>This leads you to this afternoon, finding yourself in one of your many vices, gambling. Enjoying a wild game of craps in a back room of one of your taverns that you play inside and doing so very badly. Unable to let go, even during a losing streak, as you keep betting more and more of your stuff in a vain attempt to get back at those mean boys that are all ganging up on you. They're eager to see if you'll bet your freedom but you refuse in the end, just betting and losing everything you own instead. Their plan to get ownership of you failed, so they pocket your stuff and throw you out on the street, naked with your butt in the air. A few passerby's snicker at you, with two kittens whisper giggling at each other, both of them collared and pregnant, leaving you face first and butt up in the street, wondering what to do next now that you're broke and destitute.<br/><br/>Looking around as you gather yourself into a more dignified position, you can breathe a sigh of relief at least knowing where you are. You're two streets over from Market Row, where all the brick and mortar vendors set up shop stalls on Restdays and Tithedays after attendance at the local temples is over. During the normal week most business is done through writ and haggle but during the week's end more boisterous trade happens all about the Market, everything from meat to furniture to flesh such as your own. Given that you have nothing, perhaps making some coin selling your services as a pillow friend might not be too far from what you're willing to do. Or perhaps you could lean on what little local legend there is about you for the goodness of the peasantry maybe seeing you clothed and fed. It's hard to go about in the nude and be taken seriously after all!<br/><br/>The fact remains that the longer you're out in nothing the more someone is going to want to come along and tame that luscious ass. Better get moving!