Enjoy the evening.

Time moves forward, and eventually it's dinner time. Eating home-cooked food is a wonderful thing after an adventure. Though after all is said and done, you decide to get some fresh air to clear your head. The sun hasn't yet set, though it's on its way towards the horizon. You walk out into the courtyard and take in the view--feel the cool breeze, listen to the birds. It's peaceful.

You hear a commotion up ahead near the front gates, but not a bad one. You hear giggling and joyful chatter. As you near, you spot Chula, Chila, and Chini, but they're talking to somebody else.

She looks incredibly familiar, but there's something else. The woman has long red hair and bright blue eyes. Her shorts are dark blue--nearly black--and tightly cling to her hips. She wears a short-cut purple tank top as well, though it doesn't look like there's anything beneath it by the jiggle and the little bumps protruding through the material. It's been a long time, but you recognize her as Patricia, the girl who you found having relations with Chila, and the girl's ex-boyfriend Tony wasn't too pleased.

But like you thought before, there is something different. A pretty big change. Her arms have been replaced by long, crimson wings, and her legs become that of a bird past her thighs leading to a pair of talons instead of feet.

There's a beaming smile on Chila's face, and her winged arms are wrapped around the redhead's bare midsection. "Sh-She's back," the short harpy whispers.

"Oh hey! Patricia, right?" you ask.

"That's right," Chula butts in. "We split up sometime after meeting Stax and the others. Had business to take care of."

Patricia giggles and gently nudges the girl away. "Sorry, but I should speak with him. Can you wait?"

Chila nods happily.

The redhead steps forward and curtsies politely. "It's good to see you again. It seems that a lot has changed since the last time we met. You and your party really saved me from that buffoon back there, and I'm still embarrassed you had to see that."

"I've seen far more embarrassing things," you reply.

"And there she is!" Stax calls from the distance. The curvy goblin makes her way down the path with Mipa close behind. Koblix is there too. "Patty, I'm glad you made it back in one piece."

"I told you not to call me that," she huffs.

Lurking in the darkness are two wolfen figures. Upon closer inspection, they're one in the same. It's Sen-nu.

You glance around. I guess this is the whole nomadic monster tribe you were leading, huh, Stax?"

She puffs up her chest proudly--cleavage bouncing. "Correct. Well, there's one more... Wait, where is Shivra?"

"Taking a peek around. Don't worry. She's the last one I'd worry about," Patricia says with a chuckle.

You almost forgot Stax really is a leader on her own. She's been protecting these monsters for awhile, and you sensed genuine concern when asking about the other you've yet to meet. She might be small, but she's confident and brave, and her body is certainly distracting. Like Mina, she's hardly half your size though she has a shapely figure of a relatively slim waist, but large hips and an ample bust even for her size. Her skin is green and freckled, her ears are large like all other goblins, and she styles her violet hair to the side like a real punk gal.

She steps forwards--piercings through her ears and navel and other pieces of jewellery shimmering under the setting sun--and she snaps the straps of her sports-bra-like crop top, causing her chest to jiggle. She still wears black booty shorts that split open on the front to tease a glimpse of purple underwear as well. The wind picks up and blows through her brown cloak, and she stomps her boots down against the cobblestone.

"Hey, Shivra! Come say hi to the others. We're finally having a reunion! Also, I think you'll really like our new leader," Stax calls out. She plants her hands on her hips and gives you a cocky grin. "You'll like her. Sexy, though not as much as me of course."

You shiver. Fall is coming and you're up in the mountains, but it feels like the temperature has suddenly dropped a few degrees. You look around to see a figure stand out from the rest, walking towards the group with a sashay of her hips.

Her skin is bright blue--pale like ice. It's like the polar opposite of Yin. Her ears come to subtle points, and she has long, deep blue hair that rolls down past her shoulders like a beautiful waterfall. Horns curve up from the top of her head, though they arc backwards almost like that of a ram. Coming from her lower back is a long tail of flesh that rises up and curls as she walks. You can tell right away that she has control over it almost like another limb, unlike a catfolk or something similar. Her lips are dark blue as are her nails, even on her toes, as you can see with her lack of footwear.

Her top is nothing more than a draping fabric held by thin straps over her shoulders. It's a crop top, though it's cut even higher than you're used to seeing. Like everything else, it's dark blue, which matches her tight pair of shorts as well.

She reminds you a little of Dajy. Her body is fit and sexy--curvy hips, large bust barely held by that skimpy top. As she walks, her tail sways, and her chest bounces along with each step.

Upon closer inspection, she has a few markings around her body. They're an even lighter shade of blue than her skin--nearly white--so you don't even notice them at first. One is over her stomach, others on her arms and legs. Though the more you inspect her, the more cocky her smirk becomes. It's pretty obvious that you're checking her out.

Stax chuckles. "Sorry, Demon King, but you're going to have to resist this time. It's not possible to sleep with an ice demon without dying."

"A what?" you ask.

Shivra finally speaks. Her voice is soothing, and her eyes are locked directly on yours. Before she begins to talk, she subtly brings a tongue across her lips. "An ice devil, also known as a tsurara. And don't listen to her. You can have as much fun with me as you'd like."

"She's being serious," Koblix says after clearing his throat. "Even touching an ice demon freezes your skin. It'd be like trying to make out with an ice cube. Same idea as people who try to bed a fire elemental."

"What kind of introduction is this?" Shivra asks. She steps up to you and bites her lip. As she moves her arms and guides your attention down her body, she nudges the bottom of her bust up and down in a sensual, hypnotic tease.

You can see now that her skin also shimmers. She isn't translucent or anything like that, but she shines like ice. "Well, I'm Kyle Warren. This is Castle Phoenix."

"I can see you've been taking good care of everyone. When will you take care of me, hmm?"

"All right. Leave him alone now," Patricia says. "You're gonna make him hurt himself."

Shivra chuckles. "But he's the one that keeps staring." Her hands slide up her belly and then cup around her chest for a squeeze. "You like these, don't you? My titties? My big fucking fabric-stretching milkies? Oh they're so huge... If I'm not careful, they'll pop right out~. But if you'd like, you can give them a squeeze too. Go ahead, Demon King."

You want to play this game? That's right. I am the Demon King here. What do you mean I'll hurt myself? You reach out and grab her breasts through her top without further hesitation.

It instantly burns. You reel back in pain as if you just touched liquid nitrogen or something. You flap your hands up and down--skin burning. Slowly, the pain subsides, and you let out a long sigh.

The ice demon tilts her head back and laughs boisterously. "That's hilarious every time!"