" She thought for a second." She thought for a second. "I've always wanted my ears decorated. I've been told you're good at that." Ally's ears are beautiful, large, and feline, which is not the norm for Satryls- their ears are more human than feline. Actually, Ally's ears are big even for a Felinzi. But they are in good proportion to her hair, which is usually teased out to the point of being a mane. In any event, they're quite a good job of constructive surgery. "Minimal," I replied. "Three piercings, and I got lucky. And why are you assuming I'm going to be the one doing it? This isn't for me; we're trying to find someone good for you. Besides, you're not my type. "What is your type?" she asked, mischeviously. "Fem. About 160 cents, slightly overweight. You're nearly tall as I am, and as far as I know, I've never gone for hardbodies. And you, Ally, are serious hardbody." She laughed. "That's true." And she is. 180 cents, small- waisted, and not an ounce of fat on her. Muscles so well defined there's just a hint of blood vessel showing on her tanned and oiled skin. She is, quite simply, a work of very personal art. The art of bodybuilding. |