Awaken in a strange village

You wake to the sharp-sweet sting of herbs and alchemy smoke, sprawled naked across soft furs in a cozy attic loft. No clothes—just warm skin and cool morning air teasing over you. Below, at his cluttered workbench, Lirien moves with liquid grace. The slender charcoal-gray cat wears nothing but a thin cord of clinking vials around his throat. His fur gleams soft along the gentle flare of his hips, the plush curve of his pert little ass swaying with each step, tail curling high to show off the tight, inviting cleft. Between his thighs hangs his small, femboy cock—smooth, pinkish, already half-hard and twitching slightly, the delicate tip glistening as it bobs with his movements. One tufted ear flicks. Violet eyes snap to you, bright and hungry. “Mmm, my pretty anomaly’s awake,” he purrs, voice light and teasing. He hops up the ladder in three eager bounces and kneels beside your nest, close enough that his warmth brushes your skin. “Lirien,” he says, tilting his head so the silver bell jingles. “Alchemist. Smell-collector. Very enthusiastic seducer of interesting strangers.” He leans in, nose grazing your throat as he inhales deeply. “You smell like storm… and lust… and something I want to taste.” His tail curls possessively around your ankle while one soft paw trails down his own chest, claws sheathed, skimming over fur until his fingers brush the base of his pretty little cock, giving it a slow, shameless stroke. “Whole village is bare today—Mayor’s decree. Makes everything… friendlier.” Violet eyes sparkle as he leans to your ear, breath hot. “So, stranger… breakfast? Bath? Or should we start with something wetter?” He waits, tail tip flicking against your thigh, cock giving an eager little throb as he watches your face. What do you do?