"You're younger than I expected!" I exclaimed at Tama. "How did you become a prostitute at nine?!"
Tama folded her arms, giving me a condescending glare. "Master… are you that slow?"
"Huh?"
"I'm a catgirl. Cat demi-humans age differently from humans. We reach maturity at nine because one cat year equals two human years. So nine years for me is the same as eighteen for a human."
My jaw dropped. What?
"So instead of treating me like a kid, treat me like the mature adult I am!" she snapped, then huffed and glanced away. "Besides, none of the customers ever chose me… because I was a black cat. So, I'm still… you know." She fiddled with her fingers, her face blushing.
"How did you even survive when your clan was slaughtered?" I asked curiously. "And how did you end up at Felm—"
"Please, don't bring that up, Master." She cut me off sharply.
"Alright, alright." I raised my hands in surrender. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to pry."
