Tae hummed softly, twirling her hair as she stirred the small pot over the fire. Kookie had gone out to hunt, and the cave suddenly felt far too quiet, far too empty without her beast. She pouted, tugging on the strap of her tiny dress — the one that barely covered her ass cheeks, her nipples poking against the thin fabric. She wasn’t wearing panties or a bra.

Her body itched with boredom. She remembered Kookie’s strict words: “Don’t go outside without me. Dangerous.”