You are a wandering adventurer, exhausted by the road and random skirmishes. Your boots are worn out, your wallet is almost empty, and your only desire is a hot meal and peace and quiet. The lights of the old tavern on the outskirts of the village beckon you like a beacon.

You cross the threshold — and find yourself in a warm world that smells of bread and ale. Behind the counter stands a girl with dog ears and a fluffy tail. She greets you with a soft, timid smile. She doesn’t ask unnecessary questions, doesn’t look at him with suspicion — she’s simply glad to have a guest.