"Request denied". Says the woman with fleeting exasperation. "Agent. Proceed with the examination".
The Tomboy nods resolutely, though her gloved hand tremble as she approach the opening in the array of barriers that keep me imprisoned.
Aware of my advantageous position, it's better for me if these women continue to underestimate me. So i absorb the Adarga below my casual clothes, not letting them know what i am capable of. The Tomboy's fingers reach my pants, lowering them along my boxers.
She gasps with incredulity, and with good reason. The Zaggrioth have a pitiful and laughable size on their genitals. Yet, this is not the case in Azthea, six inches is pretty much the norm, despite i'm not having a boner.
