A Last Little Visit

“Rrrghh-nh...” Khalia grumbles and squirms, her fluffy ears flicking with frustration. “Nnnhghhrrnh...”

A single stern stare is all it takes to silence those rumbling complaints.

Four pointy little tusks poke free from that precious puppy’s plump, pouting lips. “Nnngh...” She can’t help but grunt one last time as the corded laces of her top are quite firmly tugged, pulled tight and tied into a fairly secure... if a little lopsided... bow. Khalia’s amber-gold eyes drop down, narrowed slightly as she all but glares into the thin canyon of her cleavage.

Just a sliver of the Greenskin’s big and freckled breasts can be seen, those beautiful boobs squished so securely in place that there is absolutely no chance of them ever slipping free from this shirt.

The light fwip of a page being flipped can be heard throughout this quiet carriage cabin.

Krvavy glances off to the side, towards the shadowy silhouette sitting back on the cushioned couch bench, nestled quite comfortably in the corner left of that shuttered window. “Are you just going to sit there and read the day away?”

Shadow doesn’t appear to look up from the book held in her hands, though it is a bit hard to tell with her indistinct and inky eyes... “Why not?” That completely ‘naked’ copy of the Countess so casually replies. Not even a strip of fabric covers up that pitch black body, leaving her large breasts and thick thighs bare for all to see... along with the puffy mounds of her nipples and cleft of her cunt, difficult those may be to discern amongst the darkness that makes up her being.

The Drakling does her best not to stare at that... enticing... sight. Which is easier said than done. She is quite the curious one, and simply can’t help but try to pick out what details she can...

“Staying here ensures that I am ready to leave Wickbartonnestlewoldshire when you and your girls are.” A subtle shrug accompanies this Champion’s absentminded explanation. “Besides,” she shifts her head ever so slightly to the side, her attention having turned from one page of her book to another. “This is more entertaining than, say, a stakeout. More relaxing as well. Which is not something the Countess would complain about. She does not get much free time for herself, so a lazy day or two is not unwelcome.”

A soft click can be heard from deeper in the carriage, followed shortly after by the sliding door being pulled open. A certain Halfling anxiously steps on through, her presence thoroughly distracting that Draconic lover of hers.

Adeline’s little bunny paw can be seen beneath the slightly ruffled hem of her plain peasant dress, that red fabric nowhere near as soft and luxurious as what she wore yesterday. But it also isn’t nearly as tight and revealing. It should be a bit warmer and cozier too... “Uhm...” Nervously, she glances over at that copy of another Champion. “Th-thanks for the h-han-hang-ov-over c-cure...”

Fwip, another page is turned. “No problem.”

Krvavy reaches over and gently pats that adorably timid girl on the head, her bunny-mouse predictably jumping just a little at that sudden contact.

A slightly rosy hue creeps onto Adeline’s round cheeks as she not so subtly steps closer to her absolutely gigantic fiancée. That thin, fur-tipped tail of hers soon wraps itself around the Drakling’s much meatier one, holding onto it.

“Rrnnhhnh...” With even less subtly than that adorable little bunny-mouse, the Were-Beast bumps her head into her barbaric Mate’s shoulder. “Hehhehhe~...!” She quietly cackles away, shaggy tail swishing from side to side, as the Drakling’s other hand begins to ruffle her black-brown hair.

Tnck.

The bedroom door swings open, a beautiful brat confidently strutting on through it. Her heeled boots click and clack across the hardwood floor, womanly hips swaying with each assured step she takes, pristine white fabric clinging to her thick thighs and lovely legs... so snug that it may as well be a second layer of skin. Light gleams off her opulent engagement ring as she raises the hand it is on, dainty fingers adjusting the ruffled bow resting around the collar of her very pale and incredibly light blue blouse, making sure it sits well atop the folded lapels of her deep navy jacket.

“Not wearing a dress today?” Krvavy curiously questions, looking over her fiancée from head to toe. For more reason than simply taking in the beautiful sight before her. Thea is dressed almost... almost like a military officer, one who would have a sabre hanging from her absent belt. The girl is dressed for a day of riding on horseback.

“And risk getting dirt on it, again?” That brat scoffs, soft-blue eyes rolling behind the lenses of her silver rimmed glasses.

Krvavy simply glances back down at the expanse of smooth and snowy fabric stretching between the tops of those glossy black knee height boots and the bottom of that almost equally dark jacket. Even just the faintest speck of dirt will show up and stand out on those pants, far more so than on the soft-blue dress that Thea wore before.

The noble girl grabs a second, far larger, jacket off the lonely corner seat. “Now put this on,” she pushes it into the deep valley of her Draconic lover’s pale cleavage, bringing an end to the double headpatting. “And...” Thea trails off, her face scrunching into a scowl as her gaze drops down to the prominent bulge in Krvavy’s own tight white pants. “It would be nice if you had some pants that... were not so indecent...”

“Really...?” Krvavy stifles a sigh, pausing partway through slipping an arm into the sleeve of her jacket. “You’re the one who keeps making me wear these.”

“Because you look good in them. It is just...” Thea hesitates for a second, choosing her words carefully. “They are bit obscene for a family gathering.” A valid point, if one that should have been raised yesterday. But at least that wasn’t too much of a problem then, with Krvavy sitting down almost the entire time...

“Here.” Shadow holds out a hand, darkness manifesting atop her raised palm, spilling out to the sides and solidifying into... a black silken scarf, its edges embroidered with a basic geometric pattern and its ends terminating into stubby triangular tips. “Simply fold one end and tuck it into the waistband of those pants. It will function fairly well as a loincloth.”

The silver-blonde brat hesitates, before snatching up that scarf and doing as that copy of the Countess suggested... regardless of what Krvavy wants. Her impatient gaze is enough encouragement on that matter.

Soon enough, that scarf is dangling from the front of the Drakling’s pants, reaching down to just above her knees. It looks a little makeshift, but... it isn’t bad. It actually quite matches her jacket...

“Alright, come on, let us go already.” Thea grabs onto her fiancée’s wrist, pulling Krvavy on over to the door... which is hardly more than a step away... “We do not want to be late for breakfast.”

Krvavy shifts her weight ever so slightly to the side, pulling her crossed ankles closer to the cushion she is sitting on while being extra careful to not bump her knees into this short table before her.

There are only a handful of Halflings within the Drakling’s line of sight. Far, far fewer than there were in this same clearing just the day before. Many of those little bunny-mouse folk are still around, just not right here. They have work to do. Work from yesterday that needs to be caught up on and work for today that they don’t want to fall behind on.

“I hope you’re not uncomfortable?” Loreen leans forward, her floppy rabbit ears resting on the edge of this table. “Butter?”

“Thanks.” Krvavy takes the little tray offered to her, using a rounded knife to spread some of said butter onto a slice of bread. “And, don’t worry, I’m quite cozy here.” As if to prove that point, the Drakling’s meaty tail squeezes around the trim waist of the bottom-heavy blonde sitting by her right, drawing out an adorable squeak.

Loreen slowly nods, her small fingers nervously drumming against the tabletop, right beside her plate. “Sorry about the... commotion... yesterday.”

A slightly rosy hue flashes to life on Thea’s face. That brat pointedly keeps her gaze turned down towards her plate, smearing some rather sweet strawberry jam across a slice of toast. “Nnh...” She softly grunts, shooting a scowled glare at the Were-Beast cuddling quite close to her left side... who just gave her a slightly rough nudge to the ribs.

“We aren’t usually that... rambunctious...” The older Halfling woman continues on. “It is just... we got a bit too excited about getting to see our Adeline again... and it got all out of hand, with all of those extra friends and guests that came over...”

The barbarian blankly blinks. She... wouldn’t really say that last night got out of hand. Sure, there was a fair bit of drinking. But nothing regrettable happened. “Oh, its... alright.” Krvavy awkwardly reassures, reaching past her soon-to-be wife to half headpat and half push Khalia back just a bit, giving her first fiancée some help in fending off that wild Were-Beast. “Last night wasn’t bad or anything. A bit more socializing than I’m used to, but... that isn’t exactly saying much.”

“Hmph... Yes, this brutish barbarian of ours only has so much patience for conversation, before her brain begins to melt.” The apparently ungrateful noble girl states, soon making another grunt of a sound as the cuddly Greenskin is allowed to play around.

“Ehehehhehheh...!” Khalia quietly cackles, nothing and no one stopping her from pulling that haughty brat into an inescapably tight hug.

“Ugh...! G-get your damn dirty paws off of me...!”

The distraction provided by that slight bout of wrestling seems to embolden one of the smallest Halflings here. A diminutive figure with droopy bunny ears swiftly scurries around this packed table, beelining straight for... “A-auntie Adeline...!”

“Eeeih...!” That blonde bunny-mouse jumps in place as she too is hugged, though nowhere near as roughly as her fellow fiancée.

“I-I... We m-missed you...!” That young child – maybe six or seven years old, at most – shakily states, holding back tears. “D-don’t go away ag-g-gain...!”

Loreen’s brow furrows, her expression softening yet hardening at the same time. Taking a deep breath, she opens her mouth and –

“H...Henry.” Adeline gently pats her nephew on the cheek, her little hand looking rather large as it partially cups his tiny chin. “I... won’t be gone for g-good. It’ll b-be like wi-ith your Auntie Ermelinde and Aun-auntie Jessamine, just... further away. I can... a-and still will... visit you and a-all the others, from time t-t-to t-time. It might not b-be often that y-you’ll see me, b-but that’ll just make my vis-si-sits more spe-special.”

Two sorrowful streams spill down that young child’s cheeks, only to be wiped away first by a thumb then a handkerchief when that proves insufficient. “B-but –!”

“No buts, H-henry...” A soft, shuddering sigh passes through the slightly trembling lips of this increasingly anxious bunny-mouse. Adeline is all to aware of the attention that has fallen onto her. The near complete silence hanging over this table makes that more than obvious. “I... I h-have a ne-new home n-now. A n-new f–... An-noth-nother f-family. M-my own f-f-family. And I-I want t-t-to be wi-with them. I’m hap-ppy with them. S-so d-don’t b-be sa-s-sad...”

This kid... Henry... sniffles and hesitantly nods. His watery, hazel-brown eyes turn down towards the ground. A moment later, he drops his arms away from this hug and takes half a step back, retrieving something from the coiled embrace of his thin, fur-tipped tail. “Here...! B-bring Mister LongEars with y-you...!”

A rather rabbit like rag doll is shoved into Adeline’s face, the fittingly large ears of that simple little stuffed animal providing a layer of padding between her smooth skin and the course fabric of its patchwork overalls. “B-b–...” The blonde bunny-mouse almost says ‘but’, her brow furrowing a fair bit as she wraps her trembling fingers around that crude toy. “A-are you s-s-sure...?”

Henry doesn’t immediately answer, face scrunched up as he shifts his weight from side to side. But after a good long moment... “Y-yes...” He nods, hesitant at first yet growing more confident and sure by the second. “You m-made Mister LongEa-ears... He knows you... A-and it isn’t good f-for any of us to b-be alone...! You’ll be s-safe with him around...!”

Adeline shudders, doing her best to stifle some sniffling sounds, struggling to hold back her own tears. “He’ll... k-k-keep watch ov-ver me... And I’ll... t-treat him w-well...” She quietly promises, placing that simple homemade plushy into her lap... before leaning over the meaty tail curled close around her waist to pull her nephew back into a hug. “Thanks...” Those two Halflings hold that position for nearly a minute, only breaking apart as the quiet buzz of hushed and whispered voices reaches Adeline’s floppy bunny ears. “N-now go and fi-f-finish off you b-bre-eakfast...! You’ve g-got a l-l-long d-day ahead of y-you...!”

With a pat on the back, that young boy hurries off... just as eager to escape the center of attention as his Auntie Adeline is.

Loreen wiggles and squirms in her seat, clearly resisting the urge to hurl herself across this table to tackle her adorable daughter in a hug of her own. “Krvavy...!” The matriarch of this large family suddenly barks the barbarian’s name, causing that toweringly tall Drakling to jump just a bit. “Hug and kiss our sweet little Adeline for me!”

“Wha–eeeip!” That blonde bunny-mouse squeaks in surprise as she is, without hesitation, dragged into her Draconic lover’s lap. “Hhhhhheiieehh...” A fair bit of tension leaves Adeline’s bottom-heavy body as those strong arms wrap tight around her, not even the delicate kisses planted atop her head enough to take away from the safety and security provided by the fancy jacket that she has halfway slipped inside.

Even George, the rather stoic father of that adorable girl, can’t help but smile at that sight, his energetic wife clinging tight to his side.

“Oh...” That older Halfling woman wistfully sighs, her head resting on her husband’s shoulder. “Do you know when you’ll be leaving...?” She hesitantly asks, as if afraid of the possible answer.

“Hmph.” Thea huffs, glaring at the Were-Beast who has... thankfully... stopped harassing her. “Some time in the afternoon. The earlier the better. We... have quite the distance to travel, and it would be nice to at least make half a days progress before night falls.”

Soft, murmuring words whisper through the air, more than a few members of Adeline’s family mumbling their disappointment over her inevitable departure.

“Well...!” Loreen lightly thumps her fist down onto the table, rattling the simple cutlery and cups. “That just means we have to make the most of our time together today! And I know just how to do that!”

With a degree of reluctance, the Drakling loosens her grip on the embarrassed bunny-mouse engulfed within her embrace. But, even when given the chance, Adeline does not leave Krvavy’s lap. That adorable Halfling is more than happy to stay exactly where she is.

Thea’s dainty fingers grab onto one of her sweetly slathered slices of bread, carefully flipping it upside-down and placing it atop another, creating a nice little jam sandwich. “What do you have in mind?” She politely asks that older Halfling, soft-blue eyes peering through the lenses of her glasses.

With her own rather thick slice having long since been buttered, Krvavy grabs a jar of some supposedly less sugary jam and scoops out a spoonful of the stuff. A tinge of annoyance prickles at the back of her mind as that deep and dark purplish red dollop spreads into more of a bloody maroon... despite this being blackberry jam.

“Well,” Loreen grabs her mug of hearty, nonalcoholic ale and takes a quick sip of it. “I spoke with Magnolia yesterday, and she said that... that you, none of you, have ever carved a pumpkin!?”

Krvavy carefully sinks her carnivorous teeth sink into this delicious breakfast, craning her neck quite a bit forward to really make sure that she doesn’t even risk staining these tight white pants of hers. The bread is quite soft and even a little gummy... it could have used a bit more toasting... The jam is more on the bitter and sour side, but is still plenty sweet... perhaps too sweet...

“So we are going to change that!” Adeline’s mother confidently declares. “We’ll go and grab the gourds already sitting around, or maybe pick some of the ones still in their patches, and cut ‘em into a bunch of fun little faces!”

“Its not too early for that?” The Drakling idly questions, between bites of her breakfast. She really has no idea how long a pumpkin, carved or not, can sit around before it starts to rot.

Loreen dismissively waves her mug of ale through the air. “A little, but only just barely. Doing this a day or two early won’t change much. Now!” A loud clap punctuates that single word. “Eat up! The sooner we’re all done with brekkie, the sooner we can get on with it!”

Thmp!

Adeline flinches, the makeshift countertop wobbling as Khalia rather roughly places her really quite picturesque pumpkin down on top of it.

“Careful,” Krvavy softly scolds her precious puppy, putting a lot more care into lowering her own giant gourd onto that short table... which worryingly creaks beneath its weight. Her emerald eyes linger on that pretty huge pumpkin’s pale golden orange shell, before glancing towards her future mother-in-law. “You sure it’s alright for me to carve this big one?”

“Mh?” Loreen blinks, turning and looking past a pair of her grandchildren, who are quick to scurry out of the way. “Oh, yeah.” She nods, unrolling a towel that had been wrapped around a fair few knives of different sizes. “The really big pumpkins don’t taste too nice, so they aren’t good for much more than feeding the goats. And they won’t mind if some bits are cut out...!”

Thea brushes a speck of dirt off of the pleasantly round squash that she chose, its smooth and slightly shiny surface covered in wide alternating stripes of bright yellow and a deep reddish orange. “Hmph,” she suddenly reaches over and grabs onto Krvavy’s sleeve. “Take your jacket off.” The blonde brat rolls her eyes as that Drakling simply looks at her, slightly confused. “You will get pumpkin gunk all over it, otherwise...”

“Right...” Krvavy slowly nods, doing nothing to stop her fussy fiancée from tugging that already opened jacket off her shoulders, though she does save that brat the effort by draping it over the back of a nearby chair herself. “But...” A tinge of concern creeps into Krvavy’s tone, her brow slowly knitting together. “What about you? It’s a bit chilly out here.”

“Me?” That haughty noble girl scoffs, looking oh so arrogant as she lifts her chin and crosses her arms beneath her covered chest. “I am not reaching inside –”

“No, no, no...!” Loreen loudly interjects. “We’re here to carve pumpkins, and we’re going to go through the whole process of it! There’ll be no skipping of steps!” She quite firmly states, sternly wagging a finger at the silver-blonde brat. That Thea is a good two heads taller than her – and of noble blood as well – isn’t enough to stop this motherly Halfling from putting her little bunny paw foot down on this. “So roll up your sleeves or take your coat off if you can’t! And if you’re still worried about the mess, then put on an apron!”

Thea purses her lips, soft-blue eyes narrowed into baleful slits. For a moment, it almost looks like she is about to argue with Loreen, but... “Fine...” The bratty girl grumbles, reluctantly unbuttoning her well-fitted jacket and hesitantly slipping it off, pouting just a bit as she tosses it onto the same chair that Krvavy’s coat has been draped over. She barely gets the chance to shiver before one of the other Halflings here hands her a woollen shawl to help keep her shoulders and back warm. “Thank you...” She quietly mutters, her cheeks gaining a slightly rosy hue as another Halfling, completely unprompted, presents her with an apron.

Which is a bit too small for that brat, barely covering the white fabric clinging tight to her squishy thighs... But that shouldn’t be a surprise, considering how much shorter everyone here is compared to her. Well, everyone except for Krvavy and Khalia.

The clink of metal against metal rings through the air as Loreen distributes some sharp and pointy knives to all those present. Including the children. Who are probably more capable of safely handling those blades than the noble brat is... A fact that this older Halfling herself has obviously not ignored, squeezing into the spot directly beside Thea to really keep a close eye on the girl.

“Now...” Loreen pulls an actual gourd of her own into position, a spattering of broken beige stripes covering the bulbous green body and aggressively curved goose-like neck of that thing. “Are we ready to begin?”

A few muttering murmurs, hums, and other affirmative noises serve as the answer to that question.

That older, blonde bunny-mouse woman idly nods, her floppy rabbit ears bobbing with her head. “Alrighty, so... The first thing to do is cut a hole into your pumpkin, gourd, squash, turnip, whatever you’re carving. A hole big enough for you hand to fit through. Some people do that right at the top, using the stem as a helpful little handle, but... that doesn’t look as good, so we cut a hole in the bottom instead! And doing it that way means whatever you’re carving will sit a bit more flat as well!”

The Drakling delicately lowers herself down onto her knees, getting a little closer to the right height to comfortably sit at this short table. With a gesture and an encouraging tap, her precious puppy does much the same, a green-skinned ass clad in baggy pants coming to rest atop some bestial paws.

“Though when I say bottom, it doesn’t have to be the actual ‘bottom’ bottom, just the bottom of whatever you’re making.” Loreen rambles a bit, tipping her vaguely goose shaped gourd onto its side. “So, for me, since I’ll be carving this into a cute little cat, the bottom will be right... here!” The tip of her knife pokes the opposite side to where that gourd’s really quite curved neck bends. “But I suppose that doesn’t matter too much to you lot...”

Having essentially lost her spot to her mom of all people, Adeline squeezes her way in between the barbarian and Were-Beast instead, placing her short and squat pumpkin between the much bigger ones of her much bigger lovers. Her thin tail does as it always does, and quickly coils around the Drakling’s much meatier one. A rather rosy hue creeps onto her cheeks a result.

Krvavy can’t help but smile as she, very carefully, tips her enormous pumpkin all the way onto its back. The table creaks slightly, but doesn’t wobble too much.

“Ahem, anyway...” That older Halfling’s knife sinks into her green gourd. “Make sure to cut straight in... or have the tip of your knife pointed towards the center of the circle you’re making. Otherwise you won’t be able to get this chunk out, at least not without cutting it up some more.”

“Hmph...” Thea huffs, stabbing the oval cutout she just made, using her now slightly wedged knife to pull it free. The noble girl grimaces as some of the stringy innards are pulled out as well. She stifles a sigh and takes a moment to roll up the sleeves of her pale blue blouse, doing what the rest of her lovers... and pretty much everyone else here... had the foresight to do earlier.

“And now we gut the things...!” A wide grin fills Loreen’s face as her words alone are enough to make Thea shudder. “Reach in there, grab what you can, and pull it all out... onto these trays. No point in letting all those guts go to waste, especially not when the seeds roast up into a pretty tasty treat!”

Krvavy grimaces as she slips a hand into her big pale pumpkin. Not because of the slimy, stringy, strands of plant flesh that her fingers have sunk into... Not because of the dramatic, disgusted, retching gags that mark Thea as having just done the same... Not because of the various squelching sounds that can be heard as all the other pumpkins, gourds, and whatnot are gutted... But because she just watched Khalia’s paw-like hand pull out a fistful of that gooey stuff.

It’ll take quite a bit of scrubbing to get that gunk out of the Were-Beast’s shaggy beige-brown fur...

“Once you’ve gotten most of these guts out...” Loreen pauses for just a second, watching with amusement as Thea shakily and hastily wipes those delicate hands of hers clean, though a mere towel can only do so much to remove that slimy feeling... “You can use one of the scoops to scrape down the inner walls to get the res–”

“MAAA...!” That shouted voice echoes over the gently rolling hills that these Halflings call home. “MAAAA...!”

Loreen sighs, not too worried by the fact that one of her sons is rather loudly calling for her. There isn’t any panic, or all that much urgency, to it. But still... “Adeline,” her most timid daughter jumps as she is addressed, “guide these sweethearts of yours along the next few steps, okay? I’ll be back in minute.”

Adeline anxiously shifts her weight from one bunny paw foot to the other, her wondrously wide hips bumping into her barbaric lover. “O-okay...” She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. “Once y-you’re done em-empt-tying your p-p-pumpk-kin... then you’re r-ready for the f-fun p-p-p-part...! Carv-ving the faces...! And... If you w-want to plan that f-f-first, you c-can spread some greas–” Adeline abruptly cuts herself off, glancing in the direction of her fellow fiancée. “Paint! You can sp-pread some p-paint and c-cut out what you d-d-draw...! It... washes off with j-just a bit of water and scru-b-bing, so don’t worry about g-getting it perfect right away...”

It takes everything Krvavy has to not pat that adorable girl of hers on the head. Her hands are quite messy, and she has to finish pulling all of these plant guts out of her pumpkin before she can use the wet washcloths that have just been brought over... But that doesn’t mean she can’t show her appreciation in other ways.

“Eeeiip...!” That bottom-heavy bunny-mouse squeaks as a certain thick tail loosely curls around her waist. She softly shudders, her own thin tail twitching as it tightens its grip on that much meatier one.

“There...” Krvavy nudges her giant, golden orange pumpkin into place. A crude copy of her own face stares back up at the barbarian, the mouth a curved ‘W’ and each eye like a ‘D’ tilted to the right, those cutouts used to create her horns. “That good...?”

Adeline quickly nods. “Y-yes...” She nervously mutters, growing increasingly embarrassed as she puts her own far smaller squash right on top of that giant one, beside its stumpy stem. “Eeeiih...” She quickly buries her face into the side of Krvavy’s strong leg, the sight of this cutesy little bunny that she made – with its tall ears and happy eyes – simply too much for her to bear.

“Eheheh~...” Khalia quietly cackles away, pushing her vibrant orange pumpkin right up against the much bigger one that her Mate had carved. It may be slightly on the simpler side, a bit crooked and more than a little lopsided, but hers is by far the happiest pumpkin around. Maybe even smug, with its very wide grin and upside-down ‘V’ eyes... Pieces that were, as with the others, used to recreate her fluffy ears and shaggy tail, pinned down by a few more thin wooden stakes than may have been necessary. “Ehehheheh~...”

“Hmph.” Thea huffs, stepping back and away from the door to this burrowed Halfling home, a four pointed crown resting atop the yellow and reddish orange head of her pumpkin. A crown that was clearly carved from its mouth, more jagged teeth cut into the bottom row afterwards. Which, along with the triangular nose and pentagon eyes, has left it as perhaps the most menacing one here...

The Drakling slings her strong arms over the shoulders of both her brat and Were-Beast, pulling those two close as her tail does much the same to her bunny-mouse... as unnecessary as that may be. Her emerald eyes glance across this arrangement of pumpkins and gourds, some carved some not.

A silver-blonde head bumps into the side of her chest. Another with black-brown hair comes to rest atop her other breast. A third, dark-blonde with floppy bunny ears, nuzzles into her outer thigh.