Faywyn stretches from great river to great river, with smaller streams crisscrossing the dense city like roads.  Half the city rocked afloat, some like boathouses and others by magic.  With almost 50,000 people the city was the center of life for hundreds of miles, and where there was life there was strife in equal measure.  Congested and cramped there were hundreds of places for a man to disappear to on every street, if some thief or beggar wasn't there first.  Under every stone, house, and trapdoor there was something criminal at play, and honest guards were hard to come by.  But for many the danger was worth it - there was always something to do, legal and illegal, though it didn't always pay.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>On one hot morning, the sun beating down on you, you catch sight of an odd poster.  Everyone else passes it with their noses turned up clearly too good for such a cheap looking ad, but they didn't need the work.<br/><br/>"WANTED: the cutest girls for the cutest cafe!  Must be eager and feisty!  Pay negotiable."<br/><br/>You notice a crude scribble of a cartoonish girl with big breasts and cat ears in the corner, without which you might assume this was another brothel as everyone else passing by probably did.  But the address scribbled on the bottom was in a good neighborhood, and at least worth checking out.  A Cafe meant food at least, right?<br/><br/>When you find the place, it almost feels like you've been scammed.  The 'nice' neighborhood ended a few buildings away, and the 'Kitty Koral' looked as cheap as every other building on the bad end of Felidae Street.  It's sign was gaudy, painted in bright primary colors that clashed with the aging brown planks that held up the roof.  At least it was on solid ground, or else the tiniest wave would have made it collapse in a day.