Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri, Gender bender)

As we step through the doors of the Gilded Horns, the familiar warmth of the inn wraps around us, a comforting contrast to the chaos we've just left behind. Almost immediately, our ever-adorable sheep-girl server, Lilly, bounds over to greet us, her bubbly enthusiasm lighting up the space like a ray of sunshine.

"Eris! Felicia! Welcome back!" she chirps, her cheerful voice paired with a smile so sweet it feels like it could melt even the coldest heart. "Are you two hungry for dinner?"

Her infectious energy almost makes me forget the heaviness of the evening—almost. But the moment her gaze falls on Eris, her smile falters. Her wide, expressive eyes shift from joyful to deeply concerned in an instant.

"Eris…" Lilly's voice softens, her concern palpable. "What's happened?"

Eris doesn't answer right away. Instead, she takes a breath, her voice steady and composed as she speaks.

"Lilly, could you prepare a bath for us, please?"

Lilly blinks, clearly startled by the abruptness of the request, but she quickly recovers, nodding earnestly. "O-Oh, yes! Just give me a minute!" she says before rushing off to get everything ready.

"Thank you," Eris murmurs quietly.

With that, we head upstairs to our room. The moment we step inside, the tension I've been holding onto seems to double in weight, pressing heavily against my chest. I drop my belongings to the floor, an almost instinctive action, before collapsing onto the nearest chair. My legs feel weak, and my mind is still racing, replaying everything that happened tonight.

But barely ten seconds pass before a sudden knock on the door snaps me from my thoughts.

Eris strides over to answer it.

It's Gordon.

"Chef!" I blurt out, more out of reflex than anything, offering him a nervous smile.

He acknowledges me with a small nod but wastes no time before turning his gaze toward Eris. There's a quiet intensity in his eyes, and the atmosphere instantly grows heavier.

The two begin speaking in hushed tones, their voices so low I can't make out a single word. But even though I can't hear them, it's obvious the exchange is serious.

I want to eavesdrop. The curiosity burns inside me like a stubborn flame.

But…

I bite my lip, forcing myself to stay seated.

After all… listening in wouldn't be right, would it?

So, I sit there quietly, my tail twitching restlessly as a million questions swarm in my mind.

Are they talking about what happened earlier?

Is everything okay?

Are we in some kind of trouble?

My heart sinks as my mind starts connecting dots I hadn't considered before. Eris killed all those people—slaughtered them, really. Even though it was in self-defense, wouldn't that still be considered a serious crime?

And then, like a sudden jolt of lightning, a horrifying realization strikes me.

The bodies.

My chest tightens, my ears flatten, and panic surges through me.

Fuck!

The bodies!

We didn't do anything about them. We didn't bury them, hide them, or even try to clean up the scene. We just… left them there!

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no!

A wave of nausea hits me, and my thoughts spiral further into a pit of dread. What if someone discovers the carnage? What if we're arrested tomorrow—or worse, tonight? Could we even explain it as self-defense?

I shake my head, trying to ground myself, but the questions keep coming, relentless and unforgiving.

There were no witnesses. None. It was a one-sided massacre. Would anyone believe us if we claimed it was self-defense? Or would they only see us as monsters?

My breathing grows shallow as the weight of it all presses down on me, threatening to crush me completely.

Suddenly, Eris turns back to me, and her voice snaps me out of my paranoia state.

"Felicia, the bath is ready. Lilly is waiting for you downstairs. You can head down first," she says gently. "Gordon and I need to talk a bit more. I'll join you soon, alright?"

"Oh… okay," I reply, nodding quickly. "But… is everything alright?" my voice is still a little bit shaky.

"Don't worry, everything's fine." Eris says, giving me a reassuring smile.

Her confidence does ease some of the panic clawing at me, if only a little.

Thus, as the obedient catgirl that I am, I rise to my feet and make my way toward the door. Still, my curiosity tugs at me like an insistent little voice in the back of my mind.

I glance back over my shoulder, but Eris and Gordon remain deep in their conversation, their words still too low to hear.

With a quiet sigh, I leave, heading downstairs to find Lilly.

Just as Eris said, the sheep-girl is already there waiting for me, a basket of soft towels and fragrant soaps in her arms. Her sunny demeanor returns the moment she sees me, her smile as warm and inviting as ever.

For now, I'll trust Eris's words. She promised she'd tell me everything soon.

I just have to wait.