Yarra was a mess of nerves as they headed down the street.
He hated cities. Hated the smell, the sight, the people--and there were so many people, pressing by him on the street, looking at him, bumping into his tail...it was chaos. He hissed at several in warning when they got too close and stepped closer to Ra'rin without realizing he was doing it. Hate, hate, hate. There were too many bodies blocking the road and not enough exits, and his eyes scanned the crowd as they walked for good escape routes in case anything bad went down.
Humans made him nervous, and getting attacked by that hunter bitch a year or so ago didn't make him feel any better about that. As far as Drygans went, with his single small streak of white hair, he was at the bottom of the food chain.
He didn't know why Ra'rin insisted they came to the city, or why she liked it so much.
Finally they came to a building where a sign hanging above the doorway was painted with a peach symbol. A food place? Yarra hesitated at the doorway and gave Ra'rin a glowering look. She knew how he felt about going inside places, but he also didn't want to seem a coward. He was a fighter! So, with a loud sigh, he turned and stalked inside. "They better have some good food he--"
His words cut off and he froze in the doorway.
Before him was a lounge of sorts and inside were not only people, but practically naked people, people showing lots of skin and cleavage. While Yarra generally had no issues with even full nudity, there was something about this place that was distinctly not platonic, the scent of arousal mixing with the far stronger scent of musky incense. It was both suffocating and alluring.
Mostly suffocating. Too-small room. Too-thick air. Too many people.
"What...what is...?" Yarra stiffened and whipped back around to leave, a jolt of panic racing through him. "I ain't goin' in there."