The catgirl waitress mewling to herself as she listens to your orders, trying her best to dodge those silly lightning sparks, scampering off back to the kitchens to get the drinks and food prepared for the table of misfit adventurers. She does come back a few minutes later, dodging spanks from lewd customers and setting the platter onto your table with a loud thud. Blushing out hard to herself and pouting down at the four of you, sticking out her tongue and storming out of the front door, with the catgirl gang soon following. A few of them looking you over with cool bitchy eyes as they saunter past and out the door.<br/><br/>