A new person enters the tavern. Or it would be more accurate to say a new catperson entered the establishment, with long flowing black hair juxtaposed to her even longer, flowing black dress with white and green frills interspersed throughout. Her most striking feature beyond her coal-like furred ears and tail must be her left eye. It is covered by some kind of cybernetic eye patch glowing with three circular dots mimicking, but not quite matching, the red iris of her normal right eye.
The catgirl folds an umbrella up closed as she enters, though it was most certainly not raining outside when she entered, and hooks it over her arm, held out and up. Regardless of this dignified pose he holds herself with, she looks around the tavern with a measure of disdain, as if regretting entering the place in the first place. She almost certainly would turn and leave to find a classier joint, but a sharp rumble emitting from her belly forces her to swallow her pride and dive deeper, finding the cleanest open table she can (not nearly clean enough if you were to ask) and taking a seat.
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