Grigor would be proud of how much trouble Hera was in. Her mind recalled her initiation into the Drunken Masters-to even be recognized as a member of the order, you had to survive a night of debauchery with at least 3 Masters and not get jailed or humiliated. Still, being one of those infuriating fucks who never get hangovers, Hera was completely capable of walking on her own. The boys in this part of town were cute, but where were the girls? Her robe was appealingly cut to draw the eyes of both sexes, so why only boys today?<br/><br/>She tries to engage a few of the lusty boys, but they shy away from the Drunken Master, as if they fear her ability to completely kick their tushies. Sighing, she moves on, hoping to find someone-anyone-interested in a drink or a quickie. Hopefully both. She entered a tail massage parlor out of boredom, and found an Inumini instead intimidating a Kitsune for the return of something. Not liking this hostility one bit, she put a probably unwelcome arm around the dog girl and laughed. "Haha! I'm sure we can work out a few things, my good friend!" She said. "If this girl's property has indeed been stolen, then please, bring it out and return it to her. Then, we can drink!" She proclaimed.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2012/333/0/b/cat_girl_fighter_by_ariverkao-d5mj59b.jpg<br/>http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1036503</div></div>