Gero was eager to eat - it had been a long day. Well...not really. But the meeting...so long. So boring. Not that Gero complained about it. He was honestly invested in this 'save the catgirls' thing. After all, he had joined a mystery cult of Arshea for two reasons:<br/><br/>1. The sex.<br/><br/>2. He believed in personal freedom.<br/><br/>These poor catgirls were trapped in their bodies - a prison of unknown design. Still, he could see beauty within them. Not to mention on the outside as well. He had a deal with an acquaintance in town, and the three of them (Gero, the acquaintance, and his catgirl wife) all pitched in for his daily obedience to the Host of Delectation. Perhaps they were a bit vain in that they liked the beautiful aspects of themselves being praised, but Gero had been taught to see the beauty in everything.<br/><br/>But it was hard to see the beauty in these two shmucks. Their names, presumably, were Rayne and Aven - they just randomly chose to be a group of so-called adventurers. To tell the truth, Gero was only interested in them insofar as them helping to find a cure - he didn't overly care about their motivations. However...he wouldn't be averse to them joining him in his obedience. After all, Arshea teaches that even gender is a constraint on the soul.<br/><br/>He casually glanced around the room, and his eyes came to rest on the catgirl waitress. Perhaps she wouldn't be averse to helping out with his obedience tomorrow...hm. He'd have to think about it. A small smile played about his face, as he completely tuned out everything else.<br/><br/>Gero tended to do that often.