Shira smirks at Chinchy’s request. “How do you get bullied by a lady who towers over you? C’mon, surely you’d be used to that, just given your species…” The minidrake is not-so-mini tonight, though at 5′2″ shi’s still kinda short for a woman. Shi makes a come here gesture behind hir and, out of the shadows, come two more ladies.

Kairi’s the next to stand out from the shadows and arrives on Shira’s left. The kitefin shark’s luminescence gives her away before she’s fully visible. She hasn’t bothered getting dressed; every one of her dusky purple scales, every fleck of cyan luminescence, and every millimeter of pale blue flesh is on display. Despite being 5′3″ she carries herself with absolute confidence that nobody is gonna fuck her (or her friends) up.

Merc is the last to arrive. The dromaeosaur’s hide is like elemental mercury (hence her name); it reflects some of the light in the room but is a darker grey beneath. Various pink and blue markings adorn her body, never *quite* seeming to stay in the same place, as if floating on the surface of that underlying liquid. She’s the tallest of the three at roughly 5′6″, but there’s a chance she’s still shorter than you.

That sharkgirl seems bemused by Chinchy’s request. “You want a lady who *towers* over you?” Kairi’s grin reveals more sharp teeth than most people would care to count. “Thanks to the raptor-girl over here, we have a shrink ray. We could make you as small as **we** want,” emphasizing that it would be the ladies’ choice, should that device come into use.

The dino shoots her fellow predator a dirty look at being called ‘raptor-girl’ but quickly refocuses her attention on Chinchy. “The shrinking is completely reversible if we do it within 24 hours,” Merc explains in a voice smooth as glass, “Beyond that? I ‘unno. Wanna find out?” The shrink ray resembles an actual pistol more than a cartoonish prop, though the vibrant blue and purple on its sides hints at the futuristic properties therein.

Shira is startled when shi’s handed the shrink ray. *“You think I’d trust the shark with it?”* Merc whispers in Shira’s ear loud enough to be overheard. Though the dragoness is understanding, shi’s also quite shocked to be holding a weapon, especially one like this.

“Any last words or requests, Chinchy?” Shira asks. Hir voice is uncertain and aim unsteady as shi raises the shrink pistol. “Because I don’t know if either of them are gonna listen to you once I shoot this thing…”