You're in world war 2. You've nearly lost it because of the violence, so you're hallucinating. But, your comrade wakes you up. It's the battle of Okinawa, and you're a US marine in a foxhole, manning an M2 browning machine gun.

This is war, kid.

You're a new patron of Fur and Loving Inn and Tavern, neutral territory where humans, monsters, animals and all races in between come to drink, rub furry and scaly elbows and make new friends. Powerful runes prevent fighting and augment friendship and love. There is a thermal hot spring out back with a view of the mountains for patrons to bathe in. The rooms can be rented anonymously and full discretion is assured. You and the barmaids spend all day flirting and exchanging sordid gossip.