Under the carpe--I mean, a foster home

"Just to check on a foster home" se answers while i continue groping her breasts.

"Huh, what kind of liminal are they housing" Given that she doesnt seem to mind, might as well slip a hand through her suit

"Oh let me see... " she then begins listing "A lamia, a harpy, a centaur..." Huh, i thought it was one perhouse deal-- "A slime, an Arachne..." What "...Aaand a mermaid" ...Wow.

"They must be loaded" I sincerely cannot hide my...confucion? Amazement? even one liminal can have really expensive needs -I mean, feeding and housing a centaur? A mermaid cant just sleep on a bathtub right? Imagining the logistics of it all even made me forget her breasts for a moment...

Then she burst out laughing

"Bwahahaha!" The wtf-factor just raised another level. Se continued for a solid minute before finaly calming down "Ahah...ahhh"

"Okay... the fuck?"

"Nothing, nothing... But no, money is not an issue with the program, the departament pays for any necessary remodelations and food for the liminal" Huh,well, that explains a lot. I guess that way the program is more... Well, is attractive at all. But...

"Why did you laugh just now then?"

"Oh that.I just realized we never got bills from him, and I never told them about the paid expenses part of the program"

"...Freaking beaurocrats" I just got the weirdest mix of pitty for the poor sod, contempt for Smith, and loss of faith inhumanity and my country. My boner is confused.

"Come on, is not like we dont have pamphlets about it" Really?, Never actually heard anything besides rooming it out with non-humans...

"Where?"

"At the reception in the office"

"...Wait. If he doesn't know then how did he eneded up with six--?"

"--OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT WE'REHERE!"

I found myself yanked from my seat, through a door, and landing between two huge breasts.