A long awkward silence stretched.
Then, Jaz's face went red.
"Kyaaa!" She slapped both arms over her chest, trying to cover her tits.
The bells jingled, but one arm wasn't enough, her breasts spilled around it, heavy and hypnotic, pushing the fabric aside.
Lina's eyes went wide. She thought Sarra had the biggest she'd ever seen, but this girl was a new record.
She blinked, then a slow smirk crept up.
"Friend of yours?" she asked Nash.
Nash nodded, calm.
"Be nice. She's shy."
Jaz trembled, looking down at the floor, tail plug twitching as her thighs pressed together tight.
"I... I thought you'd come alone," she mumbled, voice small for someone so big.
"That was the plan," Nash said, stepping inside, pulling Lina with him. "But things move fast. Too many plays at once, too little time."
The door closed behind them.
It was a basic house, concrete walls scarred with graffiti, flickering bulb overhead, a faint smell of stale sweat and cheap takeout.
