The Adventures of Poppy and Meredith

Poppy reclined on her bed in her underwear, painting her nails red. It was a must for shows; having that extra splash of color helped her stage presence.

The scent of the polish filled the air so much that she didn't even smell the newcomer. Perhaps she would have felt self-conscious if she had, as only her long, dark hair covered her nipples--or, more likely, she would have flipped her hair over her shoulders and beamed.

The girl who entered was tall and curvy, her breasts barely covered by a short white t-shirt over a lacy bra. She looked bored, or tired, or perhaps both as he loudly knocked on the already open door. Behind her, tentacles dragged across the ground by a foot or two, coming from her head and back.

She sat up and wolf-whistled, beaming.

"Hello there, cutie--what're you doing in this neck of the woods?"

"Tobias made me," she grumbled, sneering. Her teeth were sharp, and her mouth golden to match the suckers on her tentacles and her freckles. "We have to do something..."

She paused.

"...I forget what."