| - | You arise from your bed, tossing your fur blanket away. You stand nude in the center of your tent. You rub your slit-pupiled eyes, and purr to yourself. You lick your sharp teeth, and walk over to your pile of belongings. You grab some thick red mud from a jar, and plaster it over your breasts, the dress of your class. It allows you to move freely, but it also shows off your breasts, a major factor of your daily activities. After using more of the mud to paint elaborate stripes and marks on yourself, you leave it to dry and lift a rag to your hips. You tie it around yourself, then put on your belt, which holds your short sword and various other tools of magic... and pleasure. You do not put any shoes on; your people do well with just their bare feet. Your long hair sticks in the air, hanging down to your waist. You stroke it, then tie it in a knot behind yourself. It must have come undone. The mud is stiff, and you tie the end of your loincloth into a knot below your crotch, lending just enough ballast to conceal it.
| + | <center>'''HEY'''</center> |
