It's a royal audience. A little wait is to be expected.

At least this time, it's not even a minute before several dark shapes begin to approach the beach underwater. There are two about the same size as the majordomo that are flanking a giant, strangely misshapen one. As expected, the flanking shapes are naga just like the majordomo, one with blue and the other with green scales, both armed with tridents that look to be fashioned from diving harpoons. Different to the majordomo, though, they only have two fins on their heads, sweeping back from their foreheads. They, too, are revealed to be voluptuous and completely naked as they rise from the surf. What follows them, though...

A pink head breaks through the water, with a round and friendly face - and slowly moving tentacles instead of hair. And it doesn't seem to be covered in scales, either, but instead by soft, glistening skin. The eyes fix Nancy with a curious look as more and more of the newcomer becomes visible; as the pink woman's shoulders and torso come into view, together with bare breasts so large they eclipse even Nancy's and hidden nipples on full display, she somehow doesn't seem to be moving a single muscle, at least not to propel herself forwards. Finally, when her slender arms are fully visible, it starts to become clear why: Befitting royalty, Queen Scylla sits on a throne fashioned from what appears to be driftwood and rocks adorned with carvings and starfish, even if the latter begin letting go and falling off into the water as more of the throne becomes visible.

Queen Scylla's hips are even wider than those of her subjects, but they don't end in a tail - instead, a mass of suckered tentacles writhe and wriggle at the front of the throne. And now, the viewers also see why the queen seems to move with so little effort: Her driftwood throne is part of a palanquin carried by four more naga, each of them easily twice the mass of the majordomo and her blue and green sisters. Most of it is in impressive muscles. But bulging biceps and rippling abs can't distract from the enormous breasts jiggling ever so slightly with their undulating motions as they carry their queen out of the surf, water dripping from their dark green bodies. Similar to their sisters, their fronts are slightly lighter in color, but in contrast, they seem much heavier armored than the other three naga - forearms, shoulders and back adorned with thick, layered carapaces. Their fronts are bare, though, leaving their perky breasts proudly on display.

"Do excuse the wait, Nancy." Queen Scylla waves her right a little and smiles down at the reporter and her camera man as her elite guard stop at the very edge of the surf. "We may call you Nancy, may We?"

"Yes, sure!" The last edition of Breaking News at the TIT and seeing the majordomo have prepared Nancy enough that she barely hesitates and even curtsies - Queen Scylla may not be recognized as royalty by anyone but her seven subjects, but it never hurts to treat interviewees like they want to be treated. "And thank you so much for agreeing to an interview."

"Oh, don't mention it," Queen Scylla smiles, waiving her hand in a royal gesture of graciousness. "In fact, it might very well be that you are helping us! Although my kingdom has grown since its founding, We find Ourselves with a desire for more beautiful, loyal subjects - and since We are only willing to accept volunteers, your coverage will get word out to those that may wish to join us."

"I see." If Nancy is surprised at this candid confession, she doesn't show it, instead smiling up at the squid queen. "And by volunteers, I assume you mean that your subjects all have been humans you have... made as they are now?"

"You are quite right." As Queen Scylla answers, her subjects show their first reactions - stern and stony expressions make room for blushes and bashful looking off to the side. It seems they aren't totally used to their new forms, even if they bring them great joy. "In fact, all of us have been humans until we received the Gift of the Deep. You yourself seem to be no stranger to unusual changes?"

"Oh, absolutely." Nancy looks down into her purple cleavage where her enormous glans has begun to drool pre-cum - it seems that Queen Scylla's enormous, bare breasts have a certain effect on the reporter. "Just like quite a large part of the city by now. In fact, in the last week, there have been reports of cases in several other states, all the way to the east coast."

"Not surprising. They were fools to even try and contain this. Between us... We have contacts in the city that have told Us about humans that made it past the blockades to reach the Bay Cove once they heard what was going on. And if they can make it inside, others will be able to make it outside." The queen's court nods as one once the squid woman finishes, reclining back in her throne.

"Of course - which is why the government shifted to educating the populace. They hope to prevent a pandemic-like development..."

"Oh, We know. As We said, there are some in the city that are loyal to Us, yet unable or unwilling to join the court proper. They keep Us in touch with the world." The knowing smile on Queen Scylla's face would be smug, if there wasn't genuine warmth behind it. "Do not think Us some backwater yokels, Nancy, please. We are a queen, and as such must know the goings-on in our neighboring country."

"I apologize, Queen Scylla." Nancy once again curtsies before extending her microphone towards the squid woman again. "But this brings me to my next question: Would you mind describing your kingdom to our viewers?"

"No need to apologize, Nancy, and We don't mind at all."