<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sasha</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (https://i.imgur.com/oiEfUZx.jpg)</div></div><br/>Sasha listened as the two discussed their thoughts on what to do with the catgirls, but here eyes were fixated on the table of them in the corner of the room. Sasha could not help, but be fascinated with the explosion of catgirls in recent months. It was as if these girls were the ever-present Avatars of Sharess. Sasha did not seek to enslave the catgirls or destroy them or even cure them.<br/><br/>She simply wanted to become one and become Sharess's harbinger of lust. Yet before this could be done, the language barrier had to be repaired as well as the infertility issue lest this plague simply wipe out both races. She had a duty to her goddess to bring about the age of nekomimi, a world where every woman was a walking effigy to Sharess's greatness.<br/><br/>Sasha tore her eyes away to look at the waitress, giving her a warm smile<strong>"None for me."</strong>She then looked at Ayla and replied,<strong>"I... partially agree with Balus, holing up in the mountains is not the answer. As for curing, as that table if they think they need to be cured."</strong>Sasha points a thumb at the group table she had been watching intently.