"Move away from the human, now!"
The foxkin guards weren't budging. In fact, they were bristling—ears pinned back, tails puffed like they'd stuck their butts in lightning sockets. Their hands were clenched on their weapons, and their eyes kept bouncing between Allen and the girls like he was a walking war crime.
Allen didn't even flinch. He just stood there shirtless, cocky as always, arms folded, eyes narrowed. "Okay, so clearly we're having a misunderstanding—"
"Silence!" barked the lead guard. "You've paraded our sisters around like whores. Look at them!"
One of the guards gestured furiously toward Fina, who—true to tradition—wore nothing but her twin feather skirt. Her breasts were bare, as always, soft and proud and just there, bouncing with every breath.
And Rinni?
