As you open your locker at the tavern's bathhouse, a big paw slams it shut from behind you. Attached to the muscled arm is a 10ft, buff gnoll woman, staring down at you from up high with her hyena-like face. Her short fur glistens with sweat as it becomes clear that she's only wearing a tiny loincloth and a greatsword on her back. She moistens her lips with her tongue as she opens her mouth to talk. Her voice is guttural and low as flecks of saliva fall into your face. "My locker now."