She needs to ask Dr.Browning some questions.

The woman with the rifle strapped across her wide back is so impossibly quiet as she stares down Eliot. Her weight shifts between feet, and her white hair bounces subtly with both her pupils lowering further to his hips. She at last, coughs, but doesn’t speak a word while a slight pink tints her pale cheeks.

This is when Eliot remembers that he went to sleep in only his underwear.

His boner is poking right out of his boxers, and the woman averts her green eyes as she finally says, “Ahem, I need to talk with Dr.Browning, and it’s urgent. I’m not here to meet with gigolos or whores, so if you could tell me where she is…”

“Hey! I am Dr.Eliot Browning!” He shouts, offended by the mistaken identity as some boytoy to the point where he doesn’t do anything about his penis situation. “Foremost expert on the local ecosystem.”

“Oh, uhh, I was expecting a woman, not some slut with his cock sticking out of his boxers…” She says, deeply abasing Eliot with her mere words (and the way she peeps down at his privates).

Reframing her view of the half-naked hunk before her, the massive woman introduces herself properly, “Excuse my presumptions, my name is Strawberry Cheesecake, and I need to talk with you about the most dangerous beast ever born: The Wannaseesomedick lake monster.”

“Uhh… could I maybe get dressed first?” Eliot asks, his face scarlet while he hides his lower half behind the cabin door.

Strawberry tells the embarrassed doctor, “Fine. But make it quick, we don’t have much time. The monster should still be close.”

“O-okay, I’ll be soon.”

Dr.Browning tries shutting his front door as he goes to get changed, but the terrifying lady walks inside right behind him, already scanning his home for something. He realizes how deep the trouble here goes— Webby is a powerful creature, perhaps stronger than any man, but that green-eyed woman looks like the ultimate hunter.

Cheesecake trails an inch behind Eliot as he goes to his dressers, and looms over the blushing man to scan his research center/humble abode. He rifles through empty drawers in horror, finding his entire wardrobe missing as the giant woman brushes near his bare skin. Biting his lip, Eliot thinks about who might’ve stolen his clothes, and excuses himself to the bathroom.

“Like I said, make it quick!” Strawberry says as the guy sprints into Webby’s secret hiding spot.

“Ugh, I didn’t know the doctor was an exhibitionist slut… I figured that part was an exaggeration. Eh, at least he’s cute.”

The bashful doctor lets out a deep breath now that there isn’t a scary, sexy hunter judging his every move, and shoves his meat back into his boxers as he scans his bathroom for that mischievous swamp creature. The hunk’s jaw drops, but…