To the viewers of WCNN, definitely. For the readers of Growth XX... maybe.

"Now, dear viewers, we are here at Miller Beach because it has become known in the last weeks as the spot to go for... certain members of the community of Bay Cove. What they are doing here, well..." Nancy gives the camera a knowing smile. "I will let them explain as soon as we meet them. Now, some of you may ask 'Where are they, then? The beach is practically empty!', and it is - but if you would direct the camera over there, Marvin?"

Nancy points to the left - and straight out into the ocean. Dutifully, Marvin swings the camera over, but not without a rather obvious shot of Nancy's dick-adorned cleavage, and then focuses on the gently lapping waves. The beach is surprisingly clean, not a piece of trash or driftwood to be found. It's also devoid of anything interesting to anyone that isn't a die-hard sand and/or salt water enthusiast. The seconds stretch into almost a full minute, and Nancy can be heard beginning to fidget from off-screen.

"Where are they? Don't they have..." Mumbling under her breath may not be strictly professional, but Nancy can definitely the viewer count dropping due to the lack of content.

But anyone who left misses what happens next: An indistinct shape under the water closes in on the beach with undulating swimming motions, becoming clearer the nearer it gets - but only when the creature breaks the surface does it become possible to properly see it. It begins as the tips of three red fins rise from the waves, swooped back and raised in what might be a threat display. The head that follows is completely hairless, covered in scales of varying red hues, and stares at the reporter with a rather stern expression. The eyes of the strange being are slitted, and a nicticating membrane pulls back from them as the creature rises further from the water, revealing their full, sparkling beauty.

Now, the being's shoulders rise from the ocean - and as it turns out shortly after, the scaly woman has four arms. Which, due to the camera's focus, lose out a little bit against the truly enormous, light red breasts hanging free and naked from her chest; although she either has no nipples or they are hidden under her scales. Her movement, now that her upper body is out of the water, still seems strangely fluid. But once her generous hips come into view, shiny and dripping with saltwater, it becomes clear why.

The feminine creature has no legs. Instead, a powerful tail propels her forwards with smooth, undulating motions, impressively wide hips swinging from side to side. Not very surprisingly, the strange being is entirely naked, and her glistening pussy is on full display as she slithers out of the surf and up the beach. In a surprising example of restraint, Marvin keeps the camera on her without doing gratuitous zoom-ins on her tits or pussy - of course, as it is, everything from the tips of the fins on her head down to where a human would have their thighs is on full display, including the huge, intricately carved seashell she carries in one of her four hands. The upper right hand she raises, pointing one claw at Nancy in a dramatic fashion.

"You are the one called Nancy McArthur, yes? The one that requested an audience with Her Abyssal Majesty, Queen Scylla?"

"I-I, uhm, yes!" It's impossible to tell if it is the naga's appearance or imperiousness that throws Nancy for a loop, but the seasoned reporter quickly catches herself. "I'm sorry, Bradley's description didn't do you justice."

"It does not matter. You are here for the promised audience, and the Queen shall meet you now."

Nancy goes to say something, but before she can, the naga raises the seashell to her lips and blows into it, producing a surprisingly loud, deep and rich sound that makes Nancy flinch in surprise. One of the tourists curses from off camera as the scaly woman turns around to look out over the water, showing the camera her impressively muscled back - and even with her four arms, the swell of her breasts is still visible from behind. Once again, Nancy tries to say something, but finds herself cut off by one of the naga's hands, raised with the palm towards the reporter. Marvin moves the camera to his boss for a second, showing her very un-amused expression.

"Please wait for Her Majesty to arrive. I will not and can not answer your questions - it is simply not my place."

So once again, Nancy and Marvin have to wait - but at least now, with the naga majordomo waiting with them, the Breaking News viewers are sure to keep watching.