Three women came through the door, each one as astonishingly lovely as the woman who had earlier explained the situation. Their impossibly perfect hourglass figures were adorned with high-heeled boots and wisps of silvery fabric that covered just enough to tantalize and nothing more.
They bore futuristic weapons in their hands, and looked completely identical, except for their hair; one with wine-purple hair in a pageboy cut, one honey-blonde in a long braid, and one with a lustrous mane of blue curls.
"I am Hah-Tiy," said cobalt-curls. "These are my sisters Hah-T'ahs and Sluh-Tiy," indicating blonde-braid and purple-pageboy, respectively. "Come with us."
They about-faced and filed out the door, demonstrating that they were as luscious from behind as in front. Shane found himself hypnotized by the rolling hips and bouncing backsides, and couldn't help but follow the titillating trio. |