"Follow me. I know the perfect place," said the feline girl.
And without giving her any more time to think, she grabbed her hand and dragged her along with surprising strength in an unknown direction, disappearing into the bustling alleyways of the city.
The deeper they went into the city's alleys, the more she began to notice the change.
The air grew thick with the scent of cheap perfume, incense, and dampness.
The alleys were filled with girls—and some creatures—of different races, all wearing outfits more provocative than the last: succubi with skin that shimmered under torchlight, beast girls with tails and ears swaying in time with their insinuations, slimes with ever-shifting forms that caught the light in hypnotic ways.
Looks like we're heading straight into the city's special services district, was the first thing, she thought, a mix of fascination and alarm swelling in her chest as she took in the scenery.
While the sight was undeniably a visual feast for her eyes, she couldn't stop questioning whether this had gone too far.
Her initial lust clashed head-on with her survival instincts.
I'm really not so sure anymore that this was a good idea, she whispered to herself, so softly it barely moved her lips.
But the girl dragging her along seemed to have exceptional feline hearing.
"Are you nervous, sweetheart?" she asked, her voice a low, teasing purr. "Don't worry, I'll make sure all three of us have a good time tonight," she added, tightening her grip on Logan's hand as she picked up the pace.
All three? … This just keeps getting better. A wave of pure, unhinged anticipation washed over her. Oh, holy god of reincarnation, I take back every bad thing I ever thought about you. From this day on, I'll be your most devoted follower.
Almost immediately, as if a valve had been opened, the anxiety vanished, replaced by overflowing lust and curiosity that seemed to seep from every pore of her new body.
She noticed then how the feline girl quickened her steps, until they finally stopped in front of a dark wooden door, slightly wider and more ornate than the others lining the alley.
"We're here, my love~" she said, and before Logan could react, the fluffy tip of her tail brushed across her cheek in an intimate, seductive way that made her hold her breath.
Logan looked up and saw a wrought-iron sign hanging above the door, its letters flowing elegantly:
The Velvet Veil
"Hi, Alice~," the cat girl sing-songed as she entered, dragging Logan along with her.
"Look at the new toy I found wandering around all alone and barely dressed out on the street."
Behind a polished oak counter, a red-haired woman looked up. She wore a simple brown robe, but the garment did little to hide her pronounced chest.
What stood out most, however, was the wide white silk blindfold covering her eyes and the thick book hanging from her waist.
A blend of mystery and calculated sensuality.
"Ara, Ara, Morded," spoke the receptionist, Alice, with a smile that didn't need eyes to be perceived as sly. "You certainly have a good eye for beauty."
"Hehehehe," Morded laughed, finally releasing Logan's hand and leaning both elbows on the counter. "Wouldn't you like to join us?" Her tone was pure innuendo.
"You know I'd love to, but… does your new companion know about this?" Alice asked, tilting her head slightly, as if she could see Logan through the blindfold.
"Cecilia? I know she looks a bit frigid and kind of high-and-mighty," Morded said with a theatrical shrug, "but trust me when I say that when it comes to pleasure, she's an absolute sweetheart~" She added the last part with such a lustful tone that Logan felt herself blush… internally.
"Jiji, well then, I won't keep you any longer. Have fun~!" Alice waved them off as Morded and Logan headed up the stairs.
As they climbed, the sounds of the alley faded away, replaced by the creaking of wood beneath their feet and the distant echo of muffled laughter. They walked down a carpeted hallway until they reached the final door.
When they entered, the scene that unfolded was almost a fantasy cliché.
A blonde woman with sharp features and a severe air stood beside the bed. She wore an immaculate, entirely black outfit: a long trench coat, a tight top, a short skirt, stiletto heels, and an exaggeratedly tall wide-brimmed hat that gave her a dramatic presence.
She definitely looks like a witch straight out of an RPG, Logan thought, almost expecting to see health bars or floating stats above her head.
"Where the hell were you?" snapped the witch—Cecilia—her voice sharp as ice. "You left half an hour ago to get something to eat…" Her icy blue eyes locked onto Logan. "Who is this?"
"Hi, Cecy!" Morded exclaimed cheerfully, completely ignoring the tone. "Look at the little toy I brought so we can have some fun~"
"Yooooou, stupid cat!" Cecy roared, stepping forward. "I haven't eaten anything all day and you come back with a—"
Her tantrum was silenced in the most effective way possible.
Morded closed the distance in an instant and captured the witch's lips in a deep, passionate, unmistakably skilled kiss, drawing a muffled sound of protest from Cecilia.
If I had known this was going to happen, I definitely would've died much earlier, Logan thought, feeling her libido—along with sheer, overwhelming amazement—spill over and erase what little common sense she had left.
"Hmmmmm, idiot…" Cecy managed to mutter between kisses, her complaint losing strength as Morded began unbuttoning her coat with practiced hands.
Then Morded's feline eyes turned toward Logan, gleaming with mischief and promise.
"And you, come here," she ordered, her tone both sensual and commanding. "Let me take off that filthy rag you're wearing too."
Logan swallowed hard.
Her heart pounded violently in her chest.
She made a split-second decision, driven purely by adrenaline and the overwhelming desire of this new body.
"As you wish command," she replied, a crooked smile—the first genuine one since her death—crossing her face.
This body might not have my little buddy anymore, but that doesn't mean I'm going to waste this gift from the afterlife, and with that thought, Logan discarded the last remnants of self-control she had left in her new body.