[PRP] Market Day

[Luhria]

((Private RP between Dooma and Luhria.))

Annette was not a happy camper. As a matter of fact, she usually wasn't, but right now that held particularly true. 'Do this, do that,' that's what Leona kept telling her. That stupid freaking bakery was getting on her nerves and she had half a mind to burn it down if that wouldn't make a mess and get rid of her only source of income. The other option was going to school, but, pff, why that? Her beauty would be wasted there, though not like it wasn't already.

The wagon had been loaded up for her already, the two horses hitched, and the stuff she needed to barter with and sell set up in the back. Of course, she was going to the city in a lame horse and carriage. The nineteen-year-old canine wished that they had a car; it would look less stupid, urgh.

Within an hour, Annette had reached the city and had gotten everything settled, moving off to the market and making an unpleasant face at all the hard labour she had to do, holding a large sack of corn kernels between both arms.  

[Dooma]

The city was alive and already kicking into action. It seemed that today's market had started early. Or at least parts of it had. Yes many booths were still being set up but in part of the center square a good was already gathering around what one could only assume, from the cheering, was a performer. Which would not be too far from the truth. Within this circle of folks, mostly men, was a short feiry little female. Her body was strong and trimmed like a man but her chest was very gifted even for a woman. Her short little brown tail flick from side to side as did her furry brown ears as she seemed to tell the men a tail. Her manner of dress was almost as fascinating as the tail she must be telling for them men could hardly keep their eyes off her or in any case were keeping their laps covered.

This woman gave a grin that made a couple of the women blush and swoon as she kicked her leg to the side snapping one of the thinner hitching post from the ground and spun it around her her breast bouncing in the tight leather strap that held them threatening to pop free. And the group cheered again. It seemed this youthful looking, about 24 year old female Hyena was given one hell of a show.