Song Mei was quiet for a long moment, processing, then—
Nodded slowly.
"I suppose—if she has to belong to someone—better him than the merchant's son the village was planning to marry her to."
"Practical," Zhen Yǐng observed approvingly.
She stood—her new legs still unsteady—and stretched, her thick thighs and full breasts drawing Song Mei's eyes involuntarily.
"Your body—" Song Mei said hesitantly. "In human form, it's—it's very—"
"Fat?" Zhen Yǐng supplied with a slight edge.
"Beautiful," Song Mei corrected firmly. "Very beautiful. Like a fertility goddess."
Zhen Yǐng's expression softened, unused to genuine compliments from other women.
"Thank you," she said quietly, then—sat down near Song Mei, her massive ass spreading across the stone.
"So—" Zhen Yǐng said after a pause. "Tell me about what men like. What human men prefer in their women."
Song Mei blinked. "I—I wouldn't know. Last night was my first time with anyone."
