That’s a hard no.

A soft rustle woke Garris immediately, he jerked his body up and instinctively reached for his stealth then swears as he remembers it was destroyed by some bitch. The rustling picks up in volume as Garris manages to pull out his hunting knife, therefor settling for less that what he intended. A locust appears. It stands on its hind legs, 8-feet tall with a canine skull inhabiting its face, It has matted fur with red stains, as well as suspiciously white goo around its claws. The beast has an hourglass figure despite its horrific appearance with wide hips, a large ass and tits twice the size of any human’s he had ever seen. The creature gives him a sultry expression and Garris figures the beast must be a lust locust, the sexiest and least dangerous out of the seven forms of locust. She lunges at him and her claws immediately disarm Garris, his knife clatters to his ground beside his head as he hits the ground with a heavy thud.