You were walking down the street of a town, surrounded by the usual bustle of life: merchants selling their wares, townspeople chatting, guards patrolling the city. There was just one difference: there were no horses. The numerous goblins in this town rode human women, tying them to posts when they left and then remounting them when they returned. The guards rode large yet cute little horse girls, eagerly wagging their tails, often begging for treats from the rider. One merchant was also selling a group of young wolf-riding girls, two of whom were in full riding gear so he could show them how to ride them. Judging by the way they chewed on special rubber bits, they were young wolf-riding girls, no older than 20, recently brought from a farm, playful and cheerful. Overall, the city was quite active and peaceful, with no riots or protests—the centuries-old hierarchy was doing its job, and now it's your turn to survive. Good luck!