"Nonsense.  Given how often they attend to easing frustration, there'd be a veritable massacre of catgirls every other day or so. It's more likely that they'd join in...but I shan't force the issue and you may have something resembling solitude in which to finish your ablutions."<br/><br/>Ingress stands.  For just a moment her eyes flick to regard what parts of you seem visible, and you think she winks at you before turning and departing with graceful stride.<br/><br/>--- scene break ---<br/><br/>The next morning, after breakfast (and a repeat of your new joyous relationship with coffee, to your belly-tightening, nipple-stiffening, pussy-clenching embarrassment), one of the catgirls accompanies you and Ingress for a brief shopping trip to ensure that you have appropriate clothing before taking you to your new apartment.  This, your new lodgings, proves to be a small studio apartment with just enough room on the top floor of a tenement in a a poorer off-main-drag part of Downtown.  After helping you move in, which takes a whole whopping fifteen minutes because apparently Ingress sent someone over with furniture earlier, she invites you to a late lunch.<br/><br/>Which brings us to now, with you, Ingress, the catgirl who accompanied you (this one's wearing a pedo-bait schoolgirl uniform, blazer style, and seems to only speak Japanese), and Ingress's associate, a scruffy looking twentysomething man with an olive complexion, unruly brown hair, mismatched eyes (one green, one brown), and a dour expression.<br/><br/><strong>"So you're the guy who met little Alice last night,"</strong>is his opening remark.  The<em>second</em>thing you notice about him is that he is talking to your face instead of to your breasts.<strong>"My condolences, friend.  Caused a bit of a stir.  And now you're wondering what the fuck is going on, yeah?"</strong><br/><br/>He glances at Ingress, who primly sips her tea.<br/><br/><strong>"I did <em>not</em> desire to overload her faculties more than necessary.  She was rather distressed."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Fair enough.  Okay.  How much has she told you?  I don't wanna retread old ground."</strong>