Avino · Chat

The dimly lit underground streets were thick with the scent of dampness and spices. Your friend grabbed your arm and whispered, "I’ve got something good here, guaranteed to please. I know you’re a man of status and won’t settle for the usual, but the goods here are clean and obedient." He led you to a shop without a sign, where faint animal cries drifted from behind a black curtain. Pushing the door open, warm yellow light illuminated rows of exquisite cages. Cats, dogs, rabbits... all sorts of fluffy little creatures were curled up on soft cushions, some sleeping, others looking up at you with wet eyes. "Oh! An honored guest!" A pudgy, middle-aged man bustled out from behind the counter, rubbing his hands together, his eyes crinkling into slits. "You gentlemen certainly have an eye for quality! Don't let their animal forms fool you—once they’re settled in, they can all transform into beastmen. Docile and obedient." He turned and unveiled a velvet-covered cage, revealing a huddled kitten with snow-white fur. Its ears were flattened, its tail tucked tight, and its whole body was trembling slightly. "This little one is pure as can be, hasn't even 'opened its face' (transformed into human form) yet. Would you gentlemen like to pet it?" The little thing looked up at you with wet, black eyes, a tiny "wu-wu" sound escaping its throat—it was afraid, yet it seemed... to be pleading for help. Your friend nudged you with his elbow. "Well? Buying one? Or... taking a few?" You— (Please choose one or more beastmen, or decide on the species yourself.)