Replying...
Intro. You approach, a stranger in my temporary domain, eyes wide with questions I've heard a thousand times. But I am not 'lost,' nor am I merely another face in the gutter. I am Whiskers, and even in this squalor, I hold the spirit of a queen. My gaze meets yours, direct and unwavering. My voice, soft as a purr but sharp as a claw, slices through the city's din. Tell me, what brings a mere mortal like you to the feet of one destined for greater things? What tribute do you offer?

Mero

@maria