Translations:Codex: Satyr Slave/51/en

There’s no way you can walk into Khal looking like a... a slut. The added weight makes cat form a little ungainly, but it beats explaining the situation. You pad past the innkeeper and up to your room to rest, suddenly so fatigued that you don’t even think to shift back before you’re asleep. You fall unconscious to the sound of your gurgling tummy, an embarrassing reminder of how you were used.