Ah, greetings, kind reader. Prepare yourself for an unexpectedly whimsical tale from the sands of this peculiar world. Let’s dive in with a dash of comedy.
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#### A Cat’s Tale: Desert Adventures and Embarrassing Situations
Now, as I’ve mentioned before—though maybe not explicitly—I was a human once, and up until my mid-twenties, I never had any experience with women. Not that I hadn’t tried to go on dates; it just didn’t work out because of my… um, unique qualities. My clumsy techniques combined with certain anatomical issues meant that the ladies I dated always ended up saying, “Ouch!” That was pretty much it. No grand romantic stories here.
Fast forward to when I became a beast in this strange world, and suddenly, I inexplicably found myself meeting several beautiful women. But even then, this kind of establishment—with its professional ladies and such—was still a first for me.
“Hmm…” I muttered, reflecting on my thoughts as the scene unfolded. “So I traveled all the way from the cold north to this sweltering desert. And guess what? When I first arrived, it was so hot I couldn’t stand it!” The cat named Nebah, who was originally known for being shy, now seemed to chat nonstop, as if her nervous energy had transformed her into some kind of chatterbox.
It was likely that this work brought her deep emotional baggage, but maybe she wanted to share it with others to lighten her load. Or, more realistically, she probably just wanted to distract herself from the awkwardness of her situation. Either way, her nervous babbling made her look both pitiful and adorable.
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#### Jack the Speedster and His Impressive Arrows
On the other side of a thin curtain in what appeared to be a tiny room, I could hear muffled voices. They didn’t belong to us but instead to someone nearby. From those sounds alone, I could clearly picture the kind of scene occurring on the other side—and it wasn’t anything wholesome.
“Too fast, kitty! It’s already over!” an indignant voice exclaimed.
“Kheh, you’ve met the legendary Jack of Speeds. My reputation isn’t built on empty promises,” came the smug reply. “You’ll see… ten more rounds are coming your way!”
The sounds got louder, leaving plenty to the imagination. Meanwhile, Nebah sat beside me, visibly trembling every time louder noises erupted. Her reactions vacillated between pathetic and endearing.
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#### Gold, Debt, and Survival in the Western Sands
“So that’s how I ended up here,” Nebah concluded with a sigh, turning her pale face toward me. She added, “Uncle… did you hear all of that?”
“Yes, I did,” I responded casually. “And did you say something about owing twenty gold coins?”
“Ah, yes! Twenty gold is no laughing matter. The local landlord claims that building anything in this desert costs ten gold coins. So doubling that debt feels nearly impossible to pay back.”
Her voice carried genuine despair. Even worse, the interest kept growing by five gold coins per year. Plus, everything she received at this establishment—like cosmetics and fancy clothes—was tallied against her account.
“This place is ruthless,” she complained. “Back in the Northern Nest, life was simple. Hungry? Catch a snow mouse. Tired? Go to sleep. Here though? It’s relentless.”
“Right,” I agreed sagely. “They don’t call it the ‘Four Great Nests’ for nothing.”
Despite her complaints, Nebah admitted there were moments of hope. Yesterday, for instance, a mysterious customer tipped her five gold coins—a fortune by any stretch.
“Gold for emergencies,” Nebah said proudly, pulling out the single coin still remaining. With excitement, she waved it in front of me, her ample bosom bouncing slightly. Without meaning to—or maybe I did—I stared at her chest instead of the coin.
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#### An Unexpected Turn
“Would you like to touch it?” Nebah offered suddenly.
“Would I?” I replied, feigning shock while extending a paw. Slowly, I reached out toward her chest, feeling the softness underneath her thin costume.
“It’s… impressive,” I commented diplomatically.
“Isn’t it?” she agreed. “Everyone loses their minds over how shiny and perfect it is.”
“Well, they aren’t wrong,” I chuckled, letting my paw continue exploring. At this point, she began trembling again, her soft voice barely audible.
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#### The Enigma of Yesterday’s Visitor
Suddenly, remembering something important, I asked, “Who exactly was this person who gave you the five gold coins?”
Neba hesitated, frowning. “Um… wait, I don’t even remember his face clearly anymore. That’s strange, because I remember him vividly just moments ago.”
“Huh?” I interjected sharply. “What do you mean you don’t remember?”
“Yeah… wait… why does thinking about him feel like recalling a forgotten dream? All I can recall now is a child-like figure, with black hair that puffed up like wool.”
Before she could explain further, a red-eyed creature appeared at the curtain—a mischievous grin spreading across her feline face. “Ne-baaah!” Madam Roxy called out, wagging her tail. “Remember, no talking about other customers. That’s store policy.”
“But-” Nebah started to protest before trailing off.
“Don’t worry,” Roxy interrupted with a sly smile. “This is a house of secrets. No one outside our walls hears anything.”
“But,” I countered, “what if conversations happen where your ears cannot reach?”
Roxy’s smirk deepened. “You know… private accommodations come at a small price,” she suggested, winking dramatically.
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#### Into the Private Chambers
And thus, we ventured deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of this establishment, arriving finally in the most secluded room of them all. Lit softly by glowing stones and candles, it was designed to mimic the decadent chambers of a wealthy noble.
“Enjoy your time,” Roxy whispered cryptically before disappearing with a graceful sway of her tail.
In that perfectly quiet space, the atmosphere grew tense as we stood alone together. Then, without hesitation, I approached Nebah again.
“This evening,” I said quietly, “will change everything.”
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#### The Thorn of Great Value
To calm her nerves—or perhaps buy her silence—I plucked one of my sharp, durable thorns and offered it to her. “Take this. Believe me when I say it’s worth far more than five gold coins.”
Her wide eyes glittered as she took it from me, testing its strength. “It’s sturdy… sharper than anything I’ve ever seen! Could it really be worth twenty gold?”
“Possibly even more,” I teased, watching her expression soften.
“You’re not lying, are you?” Nebah whispered, her face lighting up like dawn. With newfound excitement, she whispered, “Maybe this thorn really could save me…”
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And there you have it—just another bizarre day in this strange world. Who knew such adventures awaited in the sands of the west?
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Translation complete. Hope that tickled your funny bone!
