A fantasy scene with a blonde woman in leather armor, a gray furry rodent-like creature, and a red-skinned woman holding a scepter, in a torchlit stone dungeon.

One of the wide-eyed looks was from a tall, olive-skinned woman with dirty blonde hair pulled back and woven into a bun. She was dressed in dark leather armor with a bow slung over her shoulder. She looked like what I would call, well, handsome. I couldn’t describe to you what makes a woman handsome as opposed to pretty or plain or beautiful or kawaii, but she had it in spades. The other shocked look came from an even taller person, and seeing them reinforced to me that something truly strange had happened to me. They weren’t human. They were tall and lithe, with hands that came down past their knees. They were covered in gray fur and had a long snout, not quite like a dog’s. It was thinner and more tapered, like a bandicoot or a rodent. Short white whiskers twitched to either side of a pink nose, jet-black eyes ran me up and down, and one of their short, pointed ears flicked. The raised eyebrow came from a short and curvy woman with light red skin, which was completely unnatural, but after the last person, it didn’t trip me up too much. She had a mop of dark, curly hair that came down to her shoulders, and she was leaning back on one of the plain stone walls, twirling a scepter in one hand. She wore a long, blood-red tabard with some elaborate and twisting symbol on the front over a chainmail shirt with white robes that looked thick and padded underneath. A small shield was propped against the wall beside her. The look of disgust came from the tallest of the group, who See more