The inside of the inn was just like any other. There was space for people to eat and drink and a counter. But there were three red flags. The first one, all the staff were women: harpies. The second one, there wasn't a single woman among the customers. And the third, the staff were wearing rather short skirts and their backs were totally open: They did have feathers on their arms and legs though. I got that this city had a hot and humid atmosphere, but seriously?
It didn't take a genius to figure out what this place was.
"Yeah, I think I'll go-" I turned around. Staying here any longer than what we already spent, was a bad idea and a recipe for disaster.
Alisa looked like a kid. I knew she wasn't one, but I treated her like one, and I didn't want her to see any of this stuff. And I didn't want my bunny to see these things either.
Was I being too overprotective!?
Yes!
