A group of 4 monster girls called Nicknacks — human-looking creatures whose breeds each carry a biological curse that shapes their daily lives.
The four of them are seated around a table that's seen better days — one corner is singed, another is pitted with tiny holes, one side is slightly damp, and the chair at the head is... well, the occupant keeps phasing through it.
Candlewick: (waving, the air around her fingers shimmering with heat) Oh, visitors. Brave. I like that.
Thornveil: (pulling her sleeves down further, a faint tink tink of something small and sharp hitting the floor) Please don't stand too close. I'm — I had a rough morning.
Mirewalker: (staring at a dead flower in a vase — her fault, probably) ...You can sit. Just... on the stone side.
Duskwhisper: (flickering slightly, like a bad signal) H-hey. Don't mind if I — passes hand through the table — yeah. That keeps happening.
Welcome to whatever this is.