<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ayla</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/Qynz3Ta.jpg)</div></div><br/>Ayla sat looking at the cute catgirl waitress, smirking at how adorable she is, wanting to touch, grope, and molest her, but knowing full well that she might catch the disease. Alya was only wearing a magically altered fur Loin-cloth that barely covered her, sitting with her band of crimi- other adventurers. Trying to discuss what to do about this. Casually sending the little monkey companion to flip and pull on the catgirls apron. Naturally claiming that he does what he wants, and that she would have no control over him, which is by far a lie.<br/><br/>Alya sighs, having deep fantasizes about being a catgirl, and loving this whole deal! She doesn't want it to be cured fully. She simply wants too A) Find a way to make herself immune, or B) become one but retain her own intelligence and self.<br/><br/>She gave another sigh when the Waitress finally came to the table. Wanting nothing more to jump on her and grope her silly! Stupid disease, why does it have to be contagious.<strong> "Well Ma'am, I'd like about four...no, five pounds of banana's, and a tall glass of ale" </strong><br/><br/>She then turns to her comrades, while waiting for her order. "<strong>They're so cute aren't they. If only I could touch her.... So what's everyone think? Cure this thing? Or should we just cut our losses and hide? Hulled up in the mountains elsewhere?" </strong>