"Only the insecure ones," replied Isaac. "For the record, I'm five inches long," he said, proudly.
Castella made her way to the top of a nearby dune, eager to spread the word of the moon and prove that she could find good in the world. Her heart sank a bit, however, as she crested the great mound of sand and looked out over the utter desolation of the shifting desert. Seeing no sign of their stalker, she was about to turn around and head back, when a voice suddenly piped up behind her. "Hello." Spinning around, Castella found herself face to face with a young woman.
She looked human enough, with round soft features framed by sandy blond locks of hair that cascaded down her back almost to her ass. She was clothed in a sandy brown cloak that blended in almost perfectly with the dessert sand, which probably explained how she had snuck up on Castella so easily. In fact the cloak was all she was clothed in. It hung from her shoulders, leaving her naked body on full display for all to see, and revealing her most striking feature. The woman had two sets of rather large breasts, one just below the other, and Castella could swear that she could see tiny beads of white forming on the dark nipples that capped them.