I flinched as a branch nearly hit my head. Well, it probably passed a foot or so above my head, but the speed at which the street rushed by was making me nervous. I tried to regain my calm, to analyse my material situation.

One, I was on the back of a sphinx. This was not something I'd prepared for. She wasn't flying, just running, wings half raised for balance. Silver-gray feathers and fur, with toned muscles beneath, tense and shifting against my legs. It felt surprisingly secure, except when she got a little too close to the trees that lined the street.

"It's alright, Lujayn is taller than you," said Bunny. Oh right, two, Bunny was sitting right behind me. This was her idea.

Lujayn was the sphinx’s name. She normally worked as a guard for the folly, but with Lyssa deciding that no further council business was happening today, she had agreed to take Bunny and me to somewhere called the Hive and Skep Boarding House. I was glad I had worn a flowy skirt; I wouldn't like to be riding Lujayn side-saddle. Bunny had been quite blushy about getting on after me. At least, I assumed it was blushing, her normally blue gel turning pink. But Lujayn assured us that she had no problem carrying two, and it was the quickest way. Bunny's hands were soft and warm about my waist. I'm not sure if that was point three, or a continuation of point two. 

The Hive and Skep Boarding House, apparently, was one of a number of hostels set up for temporary visitors; mostly from Terat proper, but also for – Bunny was sure – humans from time to time.

When Lujayn pulled up – or whatever the pulled up equivalent is when you're running not driving – I was kind of impressed. The building was relatively narrow, but high, with lots of mismatched windows set in smooth growstone. It looked somehow ramshackle yet tidy. 

I slid off Lujayn's flank and held my arm out to help Bunny off. Bunny was blushing, maybe, again. Also, outside of the gloomy council building, her gel seemed to contain little sparkles. Or maybe I was imagining it, because it seemed to fade quickly. 

"Er, thanks Lujayn," I said. I wasn't sure of the correct protocol when thanking someone for letting you ride them. "It was... a nice ride."

"No problem, Miss Rosemary," said Lujayn, winking. "I enjoyed it. I'm used to Miss Bunny, but a human made an interesting rider."

"Rose," I said. "People just call me Rose."

Lujayn mock saluted, nodded to me and Bunny, and set off; using her wings this time, heading for the sky.

I let Bunny handle talking to the bee lady at reception. It was in Phoenician for a start, and I got the impression that the bee lady wasn't super enthusiastic about having a human staying. But Bunny turned around with a big metal key, so I suppose she must have won that argument. We got into the rather rickety cage lift, and it started to creep up.

"So," I said, "you were going to explain what this job is about."

"Right," said Bunny. She really was quite pretty, though I was trying not to look at her. She wasn't exactly nude. Or, I suppose she was, she wasn't wearing any clothes, but there was a certain lack of detail. Her amazing breasts were un-nippled domes, and her groin was similarly Barbie-fied. As I looked, I saw the familiar redness begin to overpower the blue. Shit, I was definitely looking, now. 

"So the job, well, it's like the ad says," said Bunny, looking away slightly. "Admin Assistant."

"Okay," I said. "So, like…"

"You're the Administrator and you assist us with stuff. The council, that is," said Bunny.

"That's not really what-" I began, but – with a small bell sounding – the lift reached its destination.

The room was pleasant, actually, but had the same haphazard nature that the rest of the place did. The three windows weren't the same shape or style. The furniture was an odd mix of antique, vintage, and modern. In the tiny bathroom, the toilet looked to be from the 1900s, whereas the shower was sleek and up-to-date. But it was cleaner than any human place I'd ever stayed in, and compared to my mum's knackered old IKEA sofa it was a palace.

"They will bill the council directly, save you having to bother with expenses," said Bunny.

"Oh, right," I said. At some point, we probably needed to have a discussion about money. The salary advertised was quite generous, but I was beginning to think I'd earn it. At least I understood now why the salary was shown in pounds and terat potents. "I have to pop back to my mo… my human house to fetch some clothes and stuff, but this seems nice." 

"Oh yes," said Bunny, "I forgot that non-slimes need so many extra things."

"Yeah, you get away…" I was going to say, without clothes, but not only was that an awkward thing to say, it would draw attention to the fact that I was looking at her again. My gaze travelled up from her smooth groin to her navel-less stomach, the firm jelly of her breasts, blue turning pink. Oh. I looked at her fine neck, plump lips, button nose, and her featureless eyes, glancing down, then looking at me, for a moment.

"Sorry," I said.

Bunny looked away. "I understand," she said. "To human eyes, I'm not wearing a lot."

"Are you wearing anything?" I asked, without thinking. I was going to end up in front of HR on the first day, ogling at a coworker, in a private room.

"Not wearing, no," said Bunny, a little quickly. "I can't really wear clothes. I mean, I could for a bit, if I maintained my surface tension, but stop for a second and they would end up inside me. Some slimes do alright with latex or PVC. Sorry, I am rambling."

"No, it's interesting."

"We mentally make some areas less detailed," she said, "when around non-slimes."

"Oh, right, so your…" I stopped myself, and my hand gestures. "Er, sorry. Um, why the rabbit ears? I mean, why did you choose to have them? If you don't mind me asking?"

Bunny selected a wooden chair, presumably on the grounds of non-porosity, and sat. 

"You know, slimes have a natural form, right? A sort of default shape," she said. 

"Um, no," I said, sitting on a random barstool. "Or rather, I suppose, I sort of assumed it was… er… a blob."

I really hoped that wasn't racist against slime girls. Probably shouldn't get my information from RPGs.

Bunny sniffed. "Wild slimes, yeah. Basic – only two parents, and not much in the way of brains."

"Only two parents?"

"But a proper slime girl? Gets her default shape from her third mother, as well as other resonances. My third mother was a bunny girl."

"Third mother?"

The pinkness was flowing back to Bunny's face. "It's probably best if we don't talk about slime girl reproduction now, it's kind of…"

"Embarrassing, right," I said. I was not having a lot of luck finding safe conversations. 

"Exciting," said Bunny, looking down. "Um, and embarrassing."

I looked at her again. Her cute nose. Her curvy and sleek shape. God, she was attractive. I so wondered what it would be like to have sex with her. 

"So," I said, casting around, "Lyssa said that I should learn Phoenician? But that's quite hard. I mean, are there lessons you would advise, or, like, Duolingo or whatever?"

"Oh gosh," said Bunny. "Sorry, that was why I came up. You're very dist… er, very lucky, I can give you Phoenician."

"Give me Phoenician?"

"Easier to show you," she said. "Give me a moment, as it takes some concentration."

She closed her eyes, which seemed a bit weird considering that as far as I could see, her eyelids were made out of the same stuff as her eyes. She held out her hand. In the centre of her palm, a small cube grew. 

"That contains my knowledge of Phoenician," she said.

I stared. It was about the same size and shape as the concentrated gelatin cubes my mum had used to make jellies and trifles.

"You eat it," she said. She was turning redder by the moment. 

"But... that's you," I said.

"Yes, and I don't do this for everyone," she said. "But we're coworkers and… well, I do get a bit cross with how Lyssa treats me as some sort of vending machine, but for you… a coworker… I don't mind."

"But that's you!" I repeated, pointlessly.

"Yes," she said. "You eat me, it, and it will dissolve in your stomach, and you'll get Phoenician."

"How does that work?"

"Magic," Bunny said, which, fair enough, I should have worked out.

She moved her hand slightly, showing that the cube was separate, shifting on top of her palm. 

"Will you… feel it?" I asked.

"It fades very quickly," she said. "I'll have some sense of your teeth, your throat. It's not painful, it's… nice."

She was red from head to toe by this stage. 

I tentatively reached for the cube. "That turning red thing, that's a blush, right?"

She looked down and nodded.

Picking up the cube, it felt like a firm jelly. A Turkish delight, say. As I took it, a cascade of sparkles ran up her arm. 

"What is that?" I asked.

She mumbled, "Nothing."

"I saw it before…"

"It's nothing," she said.

"Sorry," I said. Evidently, I had wandered into some taboo area. "So you're okay with me eating this?"

"Yes!" she said, a touch irritated. "I wouldn't have offered it to you otherwise. As I say, I don't do this a lot, but it's fine."

"What… what do you taste like?"

"Um… I don't know," she said. "Sweet, certainly. Like the colour blue, only humans don't know what colours taste like."

"No," I agreed. "Mostly, at any rate. But not unpleasant?"

"Am I unpleasant?" Bunny demanded.

"No, you're…" I said, "sweet."

She smiled, shyly.

"It's weird though," I said, "eating someone. Is there no other way?"

"I mean, you could go to an apothecary, get a potion," said Bunny. "But the chances are it's more anonymous slime girl matter, plus preservatives. Some slime girls like to do this a lot, and they might as well earn some potents in the process."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, my friend Vy, in the US zone, gives herself out like candy. I mean, I'm not buffet-shaming her or anything, but she's always like 'Oh no, they're chomping me' and you ask where she is and it's like a meeting for Lesbian Slime Girl Consumers, or whatever," she said. "Sorry, I'm rambling. I don't do this a lot, as I've said."

I tried to work out if I could eat her. It was so weird. I mean, I was a vegetarian, although I suppose having the… producer's permission did count for something. And, technically, I had consumed girls' juices, even, um, protein-rich juices before. 

I turn the cube over in my hand. Bunny makes an "Umf" noise and squirms. No, this is too weird. I hand the cube back to Bunny, watching it being reabsorbed into her hand.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It's just too strange."

"Oh," she said, looking down again. "I understand. Ha, I guess I should go to one of those Lesbian Slime Girl Consumers buffets."

"I thought that wasn't your thing," I said, a bit confused.

"It isn't," she said. "But I… wanted to be consumed by you."

She looked so sad that I reached out and touched her hand. Another wave of effervescence raced up her arm. Her hand was, like the cube, soft and firm. As I held on to her hand, I saw further wave after wave of sparkles head up the arm, and spin out throughout her body, cascading and overlapping. Standing waves of champagne sparkles built up within her neck, her breasts, her lips, her groin.

"Attraction, okay?" said Bunny, defensively. "The sparkles. It’s physical attraction. Arousal." 

I kept holding her hand. She was so pretty. "Can you form the cube again?" I said. "I promise I'll eat it this time."

Bunny looked at me slowly and nodded. She closed her eyes for a moment. I wondered if I should release her hand. She opened her mouth, a cube forming between her lips. 

I stood, bent over her, angled my face, tilted her face upwards, and kissed her. Lips met lips, over the cube, sweet. I used my tongue to pull the cube back into my mouth; it swept around my tongue, softening as I swallowed. It tasted sweet and… blue, I guess. Through our still touching lips, I felt Bunny quiver with sensation, a sharp breath of pleasure. I leaned into the kiss more, tongues wrestling, her taste in my mouth.

Eventually, we broke apart. Bunny looked down. "It will take some time to digest and absorb," she said.

"I liked that delivery method more," I said.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Very unprofessional of me."

"I'm new here," I said. "Are you saying that isn't the normal way to bring new coworkers up to speed?"

"No!" she said. "Oh, you're joking."

"Yes," I agreed. Okay, call me arrogant, but I was fairly sure she liked me. "I think you like me."

She looked down and nodded.

"And I like you too," I said. I touched her shoulder, running my fingers down her arm, watching the flow of fireworks through her translucent body. She kissed me, standing to do so, soft lips meeting mine, briefly.

"Touch me," she whispered. 

Well, I didn't have any argument with that plan. With both hands, I traced across her collarbone, her neck, and then down. I looped the perimeter of the breasts, spiralling in towards the point where a nipple should be. And under my rubbing thumb, it emerged, a raised areola and proud nipple. I caught a nipple between my thumb and finger, watching Bunny squirm as I manipulated it. 

"Too much?" I asked.

"No," she said, quietly, "... bite me?"

Her breast was the same lovely jelly texture as the rest of her, her nipple perhaps a little more solid under teeth and tongue. With little nips and big bites, I left a string of indents, tooth marks, across her chest. On a human, I would have broken skin, but on Bunny they vanished within seconds.

I met her eyes and dropped a hand down below, running my hand over her featureless pubic mound. But it didn't stay featureless for long, a beautiful girlcock forming under my fingertips. I made a noise of surprise; I'd realised that I'd problematically expected all slime girls to be slime cis girls. 

"I can form a vagina, if you'd prefer?" said Bunny.

"No, of course not," I said, grasping the girlcock in my hand to make that clear. "This is your default form?"

"Yes," she said, "from my third mother."

"It's lovely," I whispered. 

"Yes," she said, "but it would be okay for me to change it if it wasn't. It's not sacred."

"I understand," I said, although I was maybe being generous to myself. "You know that I…"

She nodded. Then quietly, "Show me your form, Rose."

I disrobed, skirt and blouse, underwear, discarded to the floor. Bunny stood watching, lights sparkling throughout her, girlcock standing in excitement. 

"Do you actually, um, see out of your eyes?" I asked. 

"Nah," said Bunny, "But I got the body language from my third mum. Non-slimes appreciate knowing where your attention is focused."

Her focused attention was definitely causing my girldick to get harder.

"We are basically a, what do you call it, holistic sensorium, you know," she said. "Light, sound, smell, taste, touch, several other ones, into a thingy, synaesthetic gestalt."

"Um…"

"I see with my everything," she explained. She stepped closer, gently cupping one of my breasts. 

"Taste with everything," she said, a thumb running over the edge of my nipple. Her skin was warm and smooth, like skin on a custard, only not disgusting. 

She went to her knees, a slightly strange movement that must have relied on, well, not really having knees.

"Touch with everything," she said, and kissed my girldick. I gave a tiny moan.

"Well, I can do that," I said, not sounding as nonchalant as I intended.

"Really? With your teeth? With your nails?" Bunny said, delicately taking the head of my cock into her mouth, letting me feel her teeth graze it for a second. They felt quite hard, but not tooth hard. Her hands each dug into a buttock, and I felt the same was true of her fingernails.

"I know what your throat feels like, Rose, from the inside," said Bunny, pulling back whole millimetres from my girldick, and whispering. "Won't you please allow me to return the favour?"

"Yes," I said. "Yes." 

I put a hand out to tousle her hair, but, of course, it wasn't like hair in texture, more like stretchy dough.

"Yes, hold me," she said. "Roughly."

I brought my other hand down and grabbed handfuls of her.

She took my girldick into her mouth, her throat, sucking, pulling it onwards with her tongue, or tongues, curling around. There were ridges and nodules, pulsing and stimulating. I stopped trying to map them to human parts. 

Her lips, around my shaft, touched the base as she bobbed slightly. Without gagging or choking, I was fully inside her, and she was massaging me like, well, like something inhuman. I moaned. My girldick felt special, numinous, the centre of a galaxy of sensation and emotion. I orgasmed, hard, jets and spurts. She wrung out every last drop, and sat back with a sigh, her 'hair' pulling out of my hands.

I wobbled, and sat down on the laminate floor rather clumsily, before I fell down. I lay down, and she moved to hug my sides, crossing the floor somewhat like a slug, but a sexy one.

"That was amazing," I said. 

She kissed my shoulder. "You tasted delicious," she said. 

Looking at her, I could see a string of pearlescent beads inside her chest. Me, I realised. 

"Will they…" I said, vaguely gesturing. 

"I'll absorb them soon, yes," she said. "Convert them to slime and energy."

"It's so weird," I said. "Oh, sorry, that was rude."

"It's okay," she said. "I think you're weird, too. But exciting."

"I'm sorry that my cock can't do any tricks," I said, which – honestly – was not an apology I thought I'd be making today. "Like multiplying itself, or, I don't know, becoming tentacles or something."

"I liked the trick it did a lot," said Bunny. "And there's definitely value in directness and depth rather than flexibility."

"You know," I said, "I shouldn't say this, but when I met you, um, an hour or so ago, I thought you were… absent-minded."

"You thought I was a bimbo," she said, kissing my shoulder. "But evidently all you need to do is compliment her cock, and girls think you're a genius."

"Well, some cis girls get weird about it, but no," I said, "You do seem a bit different."

"Oh, I'm a bimbo," she said. "Formal meetings scare me, Lyssa intimidates me, and I have the slime brain problem. Also, I sound smarter in Phoenician."

"Are we speaking Phoenician?!"

"You don't imagine I know the English for synaesthetic gestalt?" she said.

"Wow, okay," I said. "And what's the slime brain problem?"

"It's tricky to explain," she said. "I don't really know what a non-slime brain is like, but I understand it's linear, categorised, right?"

"Um, sort of, I guess."

"Ours is… more chaotic," said Bunny. "We think with our everything, too. So our thoughts are like a mixture of feelings and emotion and memories. All combining and interlocking. We're not good at, like, tasks. But it works out in the end."

"I think I get it," I said. "So that was the reason you wanted an admin?" 

"Sort of," she said. "Ha, can you keep me in line, mommy? But, honestly, we're all new to this; you know advisory councils are a recent thing. And then with the kerfuffle."

Yes, too many countries were beginning to ask if they really should have an authoritarian enclave within their borders. The councils were touted as a great victory for "human-style" democracy, although they had very little power.

"How… how did you get the job?" I asked.

"Oh, it's random," said Bunny. "Within each caucus. The Dynast Prime felt that was fairer."

"She may be right," I said, thinking of our pieces-of-shit democratic politicians. 

"Undoubtedly," said Bunny.

I pulled a cushion from the bed and propped it under my head. To be honest, I could have done with the bed, but it would be a bit porous for Bunny. 

I shifted my shoulder against the laminate floor. 

"Can I…?" asked Bunny.

Her slime began to flow under me, lifting me off the floor, cushioning me. 

"Better?" she said. Her head and arm still rested on my shoulder. "It doesn't disturb you?"

The only thing that disturbed me is that I'd spent too long going out with girls who couldn't partially turn into mattresses.

It was early afternoon, judging by the slanted sunlight coming in through the various windows. Shit, I had promised my mum I'd call her about how the interview went. I stretched across and grabbed my handbag, pulled out my phone.

"I've got to ring my mom," I said. "Will the phone work here?"

"Yeah," said Bunny, "want me to go?"

"No! Just stay quiet, I don't want my mum getting the wrong idea about Terat interviews."

Mum was pleased, of course. Both that I had a job, and that I would be moving out for a while. I could pretty much hear her deciding on whether she still had time to get a fuckboy today, or whether she'd have to wait for tomorrow. I reminded her that, unfortunately, I would have to pick up some stuff, and that I'd rather not be dodging around her and some bloke named Trev making out.

I closed the phone and settled back down. Yeah, a trip back home to collect my stuff was the main priority. I had rested here long enough.

***

The sun had moved position, which was unasked for. Some change in the quality of light made me think that dusk was approaching. Also, my bladder was full.

"Fuck," I said. "I fell asleep."

"I didn't want to wake you," said Bunny. "You looked so peaceful."

Yeah, kipping on a couch had done my back in, so it wasn't surprising that a custom-made orthopaedic living mattress sent me off to sleep immediately. They really should do slime girls on the NHS.

"I was," I said, "but I better get up now."

Bunny shifted, flowed, and stood me on my feet. She coalesced back into her normal form. I thanked her and dashed into the bathroom. 

When I came out, Bunny was approaching the door to the flat.

"You're leaving?" I asked.

"Um, yeah," she said, looking down. "You've got things to do. So… see you at work?"

"Right, yes," I said. "And you're sure you're alright?"

"Of course."

I nipped forward to deliver a chaste kiss goodbye on the cheek. Only two problems; I kind of hit the mouth rather than the cheek, and I was still naked, so a length of me pressed up against Bunny's smooth skin. She kissed back.

"Um, you could delay going for a bit," I said. "If you wanted."

"And do what?" she said innocently. Well, mock innocently. 

"Er, you could explain slime girl reproduction to me," I said. "I'm still surprised that my one-trick dick wasn't a disappointment."

"Mhm," said Bunny, kissing my neck.

"Slime girl on slime girl sex must be amazing."

"Eh," said Bunny, "Not really."

Something was softly tracing across my girldick. Bunny's hands were on my shoulders, but of course that would not stop her.

"No?" I managed.

"If two slimes completely went for it, well, you would end up with one big slime," Bunny said. "If they were really careful, I'm talking latex body suits with a gap, then you might get a load of wild baby slimes. So, when slimes want sex, for fun, they do it with non-slimes. But if they want to reproduce, they use a third party."

"Oh?" 

"Yes," said Bunny, pretending to be unaware of what she was doing to my now hard girlcock. "The two slimes don't necessarily meet, a third non-slime is used as, well, a vessel. A meeting point, if you like, where two sets of slime can merge. With the added effect that many of the third mother's characteristics are imprinted as well."

"I think I understand," I said. "Er, you're not expecting me…"

Bunny laughed. "No. Firstly, I don't want kids yet. Secondly, I don't have a slime I'm in that sort of relationship with. And thirdly, you'd have to be one hundred percent bottom; to have two slime girls fill your ass, or pussy, with their, well, slime eggs?"

"Wow," I said. "That does sound like a bottom thing."

"Right," said Bunny, looking down. "But, er, we could play."

"You want to pretend impregnate me?" This was a question I didn't ask all that often, even on Discord.

"No… but could you pretend to be a slime girl?" she asked, voice fading to a whisper. "And I'm not, and you impregnate me?"

"Um…"

"I know it's silly…" she said.

"No, no, that's… actually a surprisingly normal kink," I said. "Though you will have to explain exactly what you want me to do."

Abandoning my girldick, Bunny walked to the table and bent over it, displaying her incredible slime girl arse. 

"I want you to do this, Rose," she said, wiggling. "Er, but maybe you could also tell me… what a good vessel I am, and how, um, solid and containing of bones I am."

Okay, sure. I wasn't going to mock another girl's kinks, especially since that would risk not getting a go at that fantastic arse.

I walked across and put my hands on that butt. It was, of course, lovely. The ultimate bubble butt, squashable, and bouncy. When I touched it, bit it, it was full of iridescent sparkles.

"Er, right, um, solid girl," I said. "Are you ready to get impregnated by your, um, slime mistress?"

"Yes, but…" said Bunny, "I'm scared. Can you tell me what you're going to do?"

"Yes, little vessel," I said, beginning to get into it. "I'm going to put my huge dick, my… egg-laying thing…"

"Ovipositor," supplied Bunny in a stage whisper.

"My ovipositor, up your arse. Shoving it into your non-slime vessel butt, then filling you with my precious slimy eggs." Normally, the key when saying this stuff is not to think about it, in case you realise how silly it sounds, but I'm not sure that applies with monster girls.

Bunny shivered. "Will you fill me with your slime so that I bulge like some human fruit, feeling your slime wobble and writhe inside me, slime mistress?"

I was running my girlcock up and down the cleft in her arse, seeing the fireworks. "Yes, vessel, you will be brimful of my slime." I hope she realised I was playing; she'd be lucky to get a teaspoon of my slime.

"Yes, slime mistress, fill me."

Happy to oblige, I plunged my girldick into her. She was naturally lubed, and just the right amount of tight. Bunny gave a gasp of pleasure. Her insides were ridged and intricate, pressing around my girlcock. I pulled most of the way out and slammed in again.

"Oh, mistress, yes," moaned Bunny.

My hands were gripping her hips, but I snaked one hand below and grabbed her girldick, hard and smooth. I rammed again, picking up the rhythm of my thrusts and jerking her cock in accordance. Bunny was moaning non-stop now, a gentle but profoundly horny moan that definitely spurred me on. I would fill my little vessel with my slime!

Bunny and I finished at the same time. I squirted my probably inadequate volume of slime into her with a groan; she gave a tiny scream as she produced a rope of herself, which hit the floor, and then got discreetly reabsorbed into her foot.

I pulled my detumescing cock out of her and slumped back onto the stool. Shortly afterwards, Bunny did the same. I watched the slowly fading sparkles clear, revealing another string of beads inside her. 

"Thank you, mistress," she said.

"No, thank you," I said, "I'm sorry that-"

"It was perfect, Rose."

It was getting dim in the room now, although Bunny's sparkles were somewhat phosphorescent. I really had to get back to mum’s and pick some stuff up. After putting on some clothes. Maybe I should get a sandwich too, I was ravenous. 

There was a flapping and banging at one of the windows. A claw caught the light.

"What the fuck?" I said, nearly falling off my chair.

Bunny sighed. "Put your blouse on," she said to me, and went to the window.

I grabbed my blouse and pulled it on. Bunny messed with the catches and opened the window.

After a bit more flapping, the harpy had settled both talons on the window ledge. 

"Poorly designed window," Cassandra huffed. "What were you two doing?"

Bunny looked down.

"Er, learning Phoenician," I said. "Why-"

"Lyssa wants everyone in," Cassandra said. "There's been another murder; people are going to ask what the council are doing about it."

"Another murder?" I asked. I mean, a murder was worrisome, but the "another" was even more troublesome.

"Yes, and the Terat Guard are not getting anywhere," she said. "So everyone is like 'what is the council doing to protect hard-working monster-folk?' and the answer…”

“Yes?” I asked.

“Is press releases, I guess?"