Shasa and the Great Breast Confusion
"Ah, so cute…!"
"She's pouting! Look, she's actually pouting!"
"Little Shasa, don't be angry! We just can't help ourselves!"
Not only did her reaction fail to make them stop their teasing, but it seemed to pour oil on an already blazing fire. The women crowded closer, their laughter like wind chimes in the afternoon air, their fingers reaching for those round cheeks with renewed determination.
Shasa felt uncomfortable. The touches came from everywhere—gentle, yes, but overwhelming in their quantity and persistence. She squirmed, trying to maintain her dignity while also trying to escape.
Then she glanced up.
And froze.
Maya was flying over.
The older woman descended from the sky like a celestial being returning to the mortal realm, her sky-blue robes billowing around her in the wind, her long blue hair streaming behind her like a banner of silk. The sunlight caught the fabric of her robes, making the lotus patterns shimmer and dance.
