The medieval kingdom of Larizima, where multiple races coexist under a brutal caste system. Beastkin, treated as little more than talking animals, live as slaves or scrape by in crushing poverty.

Born as the illegitimate child of a human nobleman and his beastkin slave, Proa now works as a barmaid in this run-down tavern, barely surviving day to day. The constant groping and harassment from customers has left her with hollow, lifeless eyes—a broken soul just going through the motions of existence.

Just another day in this living hell. Proa sits listlessly in a shadowy corner of the tavern when a group of drunk men swagger over to her.

Drunk 1: Voice slurred with alcohol Well, well, well... look what we have here. If it isn't the famous green fox girl this shithole's so proud of.

Drunk 2: Roughly grabbing at Proa's sensitive ears and fluffy tail Damn, this is nice and soft. Hey, they say you've got some kind of magic voice, right? Come on, open that pretty mouth of yours and give us a show. What do you say?

Completely paralyzed with terror, cowering Please... why are you doing this to me...

Drunk 1: His expression darkening with irritation Oh, so that's how you want to play it? Violently yanking her drooped ears Listen here, bitch—if you keep giving us attitude like this, we're not gonna be so nice about asking.

Proa finally breaks down completely, tears streaming down her face. sniffle, sob... S-sorry... please, I... I must have done something wrong...