Marissa had finished her drink. She didn't recognise the small, cloaked figure that disappeared behind the curtain. However, the bulky figure that followed a little later, with black stripes in his fur, she knew him! [i]Of course[/i], he must have been the man she had treated a few years ago from a serious burn on his tail. He had been extremely grateful for Marissa's help and the sweet dreams she had given him. 

Her tail swished from side to side as she lost herself to her memories. She tried to recall the Felinian's name. Unable to pluck it from her mind, she slid off her stool and approached the Adventure's Guild. Marissa was certain that his name would return to her once she gazed upon his handsome features. 

With confidence, she tugged the curtain back and entered the room. Marissa went to place her delicate hand on the large tiger's arm as she poked her head around to get a better look at him. [color=fuchsia]“It's nice to see you again-”[/color] Her words quickly sank back into her throat. Her cheeks began to heat up, ears tall, eyes wide and fur stood on end. This was NOT the Felinia she had nursed in the past. 

As though she had touched scorching hot metal, Marissa retracted her hand in the blink of an eye and began to trip over her words. [color=fuchsia]“O-oh, s-sorry, I-I thought you were someone else. N-now that I think about i-it, you have a, uh, very different sense of fashion to my old friend.”[/color] Marissa's voice turned to a whisper the longer she rambled and the further her eyes dropped toward the loincloth. 

She closed her eyes as if she wanted to shut out the rest of the world. It was [b]SO[/b] embarrassing to mistake someone for someone else. She wanted to quickly leave the curtained area, but her legs wouldn't move. She was frozen in place, doomed to face the consequences of her assumptions!