Heading towards the market next doo is easy enough, as the place is busy for the late evening dinner rush and other services. Finding yourselff a decent enough location to  preach is hard, but you find a cute enough corner near the sie of your new temple. Starting up your public sermon does not get much attention since most of what you are saying is gibberish. No one having any idea what you are talkin about, with just a few tasty girls loking at how fluffy and adorable you are. A few others hear that the temple is open, glad to get some clercic services in the maket and spreading the word.<br/><br/>From the looks of it people re more interested in getting a place to cure wounds and buy potions than anything else. With the gaggle of girls gigling and chatting t how adorble you are and trying to be so serious. A more curious girl steps up and asks wht you mean by a nekomimi transformation, having no idea as the othr girls taunt her to fuck you right then nd there if she loves you  that badly. Which earns  few bitchy remarks across the gaggle over who is the biger slut.