Chapter 21: Imprisoned Flock

A groan escaped my lungs. My eyes adjusted to whatever light that was available. It was very dark. Was it still nighttime? The smells were also different from what I normally wake up to. Instead of the niceness that comes with the candle wax and slight incense smells of the halls in the fortress, everything smells stale, dusty, moist, and more. The 'more' smell was very fragrant. As I got up, that was when I noticed the various pillows that lined the floor, the cage and hanging ribbons that surrounded me, and the yinglet I share this cage with.

... Oh. That's right. Lain the Sleuth ying-napped me. Great.

And speaking of yinglets, there was one yinglet that was in my immediate vicinity. She seemed to be hovering over my body and idly petting the fur on my neck. Um... Should I say something? This was kind of creepy, but at the same time this felt so so nice.

The yinglet lady in the makeshift white dress smiled at me. "Ah! You're awake. I was really worried about you."

I

Uh

Ah

Okay, let's not lose our cool. Say something cool.

"Hello nice lady zhat's petting my neck."

... That wasn't cool. Like. At all.

However, she didn't seem to put off by my lame pickup line as a smile warmly spreads across her face. "Aw~. You zhink I'm nice? Zhank you. Do you have a name?"

I nodded. "Uh... Yes. My name is Roy. What is your name?"

"My name is Yanara." She replied sweetly and softly. "It's so good to have someone new brought to us. We get so terribly lonely, you see. Zhere are not many people zhat come down to our apartments to share stories wizh us."

"Uh huh." I replied, blinking.

I then suddenly heard voices from the other cages. "HEY HEY HEY! NEW GUY IS AWAKE!" "NEW GUY? DOES HE SMELL GOOD?" "I WANNA SMELL HIM!" "LEMME SEE!" "NO SHOVING!" "YANARA BETTER LEAVE SOME FOR ZHE REST OF US!" "I WANT SOME HUMPS!" "WAIT IN LINE, LAST-IN-LINE!" "WEH?!"

"QUIET DOWN!" Yanara shouted back. The callers instantly became silent. "... Zhat is better." Yanara then turned to me with an embarrassed smile. "Sorry about zhat. Zhe girls down here can get a bit... excitable. Not too many of us around, but we keep our spirits up!"

"Uh... Uh huh." I sat up and walked to the cage's bar walls to look at the other cages. I can see other yinglets poking part of their faces out from their cage imprisonments. They all stared at me with wide and excited eyes, like I was as cool as a tall icy drink of glass in the parched desert. Not thinking too deeply about it, I decided to wave at everyone. "Uh... H-hello! My name is Roy. I hope to meet all of you. And hopefully in a place zhat's nicer zhan here."

"Hnnm. A nice boy." "He is nice." "Hello to you too!" "He waved at me!" "No, he waved at me!" "He is so... Yellow." "I like his fur color." "So he was zhe shouty boy, eh?"

"Ah-ha ha ha no Roy, let's not tease zhe ozher girls now!" She urgently said while quickly pulling me away from the bars of the cage. She then turned to the yinglet ladies in the other cages. "AND ZHAT GOES ZHE SAME WAY TO ALL OF YOU AS WELL!"

"But I wanna know if he likes toys."

"NA'SHEI, I'M HAVING HIM FIRST!" Yanara shouted.

I blinked a few times. "Okay... But uh... I was wondering about somezhing." I said uncertainly.

"Ah? Oh, zhen sit down wizh me please!" She sat down so fast, and ended up pulling me with her again. Once I'm sitting on the pillow-covered ground with Yanara, with Yanara almost kneading the pillows with her foot-hands, she gestured to me. "Please please! Ask me whatever you want to know!"

Blinking a few more times, I made a small cough before I corrected my posture. "Do you know where you came from?"

Yanara paused. "Uh... Yes?"

"Zhen where were you from? What was zhe name of your enclave? Or zhe name of zhe enclave leaders you were wizh? Do zhey know you are here?" I asked.

Yanara blinked. "Ah. Uh. Mm." She turned away, slightly nervously, and scratched her arm on reflex. "... Zhose are weird questions to ask. "

"How so? You do realize Aritota's Hold isn't exactly welcoming to yinglets. Zhey have a law where zhey can cash in a bounty for our furs." I stated. I then paused for a second, staring blankly up above me. "... Wait. Does zhis mean zhat Lain and zhat Tipper fekker, or whatever his name is, are... are running an underground yinglet hair farming scheme?!"

Yanara chuckled nervously. "Okay Roy, zhat's enough. Lord Zuddle doesn't want us talking too much about zhings like zhat."

I leaned towards Yanara suddenly. "ZUDDLE?!"

"Eee, yes! Zuddle! Now please stop talking bad about zhem!" Yanara whined anxiously and clutching her tail with its stumped poof.

No way. No fekking way. I know that Yanara was distressed, but I had to know. I took a breath to calm down before I asked Yanara my most pressing question. "Yanara. Please answer zhis. Was Zuddle zhe one zhat brought you into zhis prison? If so, how did you find out? And more importantly, how many of you are held in captivity here?"

Yanara was hesitant to answer my question. She looked left and right constantly, squirming as she was sitting, seeming as though she was worried about the wrong kind of eavesdroppers. "... Um... I don't want to cause trouble. Please Roy. Zhese kinds of questions would get you AND me in trouble. Can you stop asking and talk about nicer zhings?"

This was not good. If she developed a version of yinglet Stockholm Syndrome, then she might be completely useless answering my questions. I sighed. "Ah. Well. If you're not willing to tell me what I need to know, I zhink zhere's a dozen or so ozher ladies I can talk to instead. I zhink you called out a name to one of zhem. Na'shei, right?" I said, getting ready to get up and walk to the cage bars.

"Eeee!"

Yanara hissed in frustration. "Wah? No. NO! Hnnyah okay fine! I'll talk!" She interjected, quickly grabbing me to stop my diversion. "Please stay. You're zhe first boy yinglet I've seen in monzhs and... Well..."

I paused. Ah. So. She must be quite touch starved from a lack of companionship. Especially from those of the opposite gender, yet of the same species. Shit. I don't think I'm going to be very good at this kind of situation. Okay. Think for a second. What would a negotiator do in this moment? Be delicate? That would seem like the best route to take. Let's try a different approach.

I reached and held her hands gently and kept my eyes on hers. "Lady Yanara. Please understand zhat I'm in a place I don't understand. I don't know why zhere are female yinglets being held down here. But I do know zhat none of you deserve to be kept here against your will. You all need to be outside, under zhe skies of day and night, clouds and stars, and wizh kizh and kin."

"Kizh and kin?" Yanara asked.

Nodding, I brushed her hands with my fingers. "Yeah. Kizh and kin are fancy humans words zhat mean friends and family. Do you want to be free, and join wizh your friends and family someday?" I asked.

Yanara hesitantly nodded. "Well. Yes! More zhan anyzhing! Ever since Feefeefeefee left, everyzhing has been so sad. But I so want to see her again. She was my greatest and oldest friend."

"Zhen tell me everyzhing zhat happened. Can you remember what happened before you were taken here? Can you begin telling me your story from zhere?" I asked attentively.

Yanara paused for several seconds before she gulped and nodded. And thus, she began to tell me her story.

Yanara was a young heiress, trained to become a new matriarch for a new enclave that she would lead to glory. She had been transferred to the new enclave, and noticed that it was small, yet had so much potential. Like any enclave that was starting out on the frontier outskirts outside The Great Enclave, it would require the grit of strong males for hunting, foraging, scavenging, survival and defense against predators. The females would be safely protected at all times by the males. By their combined efforts, they would carry on and develop the culture that the young race was quickly forming.

Among the females that were chosen to be heiresses, she was rated second among her flock. The first heiress to complete her training was Feefeefeefee, and would soon be taking over as the new matriarch of the frontier enclave they were visiting. Still, Yanara had the hope her superior matriarch would complete her training and pronounce her a full fledged matriarch soon.

Despite their adversarial bickering, Yanara and Feefeefeefee were quite close friends. Yanara missed those days before those men in red came to their enclave, destroyed their homes, slain the brave males, and captured every female that had no chance of escaping. The humans were strangely coordinated, as though they had great practice and corralling and poaching yinglets before.

They were delivered to a faraway place, though they know not where. They didn't even dare speak out to ask why they do this or where they were taking them, as their captors explained that misbehaving yinglets would end up like the dead yinglets. One at a time, the captured females were delivered to a strange man, dressed in a garb of green, gold, black, and red, with a weird conical hat that was circled around with beads. He explained that this underground enclosure was to be their new home, and that they were ordered to take care of their fur, hair, and tailpoof. Doing so would ensure a comfortable stay.

A lot of the females were unsure on how they feel about this. Some were quick to adjust to their new lives. Fewer rebelled, but were quickly silenced. Feefeefeefee, meanwhile, planned for an escape so grand that Zuddle wouldn't even notice them gone by the time they left. Yanara was hesitant to the plan, and had decided to stay due to her own fear. She felt guilt as her close friend risked everything to leave. Sadly, it was this hesitation that only half of the flock ended up escaping.

But time staying in this underground enclosure only became harsher when Feefeefeefee absconded with half of the female flock. Feeding was set to a stricter diet. Entertainment of any kind was no longer allowed. Despite various requests, the wardens weren't willing to entertain or grant them as often as before. The only reason the female yinglets were alive was because their sex were naturally predisposed to growing long hair, so they were kept until harvest time comes. To be shaved bald was an indignity the imprisoned females were forced to live with.

Oftentimes, Yanara thought about the times they talked. Her most favorite discussions were about their greatest dreams. Feefeefeefee often talked about visiting a faraway place called The Green Reach one day. Yanara longed for the days when she would see Feefeefeefee again, and talk to her like before.

"... So now you know all zhat I know." Yanara said with an emotionally drained sigh.

I nodded. "I see. Zhat must have been very hard for you. And you said you've been stuck down here for monzhs?"

"Oh yes yes. Zhat is what zhe wardens tell us. If zhey care to tell us at all." Yanara whined.

I clutched the pillows beneath me as an angry ebbing began to flow in myself. Just what are you planning with this, Zuddle? Why go all this effort to keep a harem of yinglets within the depths of the fortress of Arisota's Hold? Do you really have it all figured out? What do you feed your captives? And how often? How often do you harvest them of their fur and hair? What would you do when they're no longer useful? How much are you paying those mercenaries? Are there others on your payroll? Or would you bribe them to keep quiet? How much money went into this? What do you expect to accomplish out of all of this?

"Roy?" Yanara asked, looking concerned as she stared at my expression.

My growl was low enough for only her to hear. "Zuddle. Out of everyone I considered a friend in zhis fortress, why did it have to be you."

"... Roy?" Yanara asked again.

I blinked, looking at her as I quickly forgot my anger. Ashamedly, I looked away. "Sorry."

"... You look hurt. I must have said somezhing wrong. Oh... I'm sorry Roy. Do you need a hug?" She asked, reaching her arms out in a wide and beckoning gesture. "Hugs can make many zhings better. I promise."

I hesitated. I sighed. I guess I do need a hug. I scooched closer to Yanara and reached my own arms to her, crossing them behind her back. She did the same with me. I was quickly enveloped by her smells, I could feel her chest breathing upon my own, and her warmth intermixed with my own. I had to remind myself to calm down, since I could feel my heartbeat. Despite how nice this felt, I had a creeping feeling this could quickly turn awkward if I didn't pay attention to what I was doing. Or, more importantly, what I need to remember to do: freeing the imprisoned females.

A wetness raced across the cheek of my face. Blinking I reached to feel what it was. It felt somewhat slimy, but not near as viscous and sticky as slug slime. I leaned back to look at Yanara. Sure enough she had a sheepish smile. What. She leaned a little closer to me. WHAT. Her tongue crept out and gave a small taste to the tip of my snout. WHAAAT.

I chuckled nervously. "Uh, hey, um, you, ah, do realize you are licking me?"

"Yes." Yanara said in a sing-song seductive tone.

"... Why are you licking me?" I asked pensively.

"Because I like you, Roy." She said, giving my snout another sampling and leaning closer. "You are so so nice, being so so concerned of us all. A nice boy like you deserves some kisses. Yes?"

I chuckled more nervously and gently pushed Yanara away. "HA HA AH UH... Yanara, I don't zhink zhis is appropriate. We just met, and we're in prison, and... and I don't know when zhat warden guy will come back. Was his name Zipper or somezhing?"

"Heh, nooo. His name is not Zipper. It's Tyzher." Yanara giggled, tightening her hug over me. However, she loosened her grip as her face grew confused. "... But now zhat you mentioned it, he does seem to be gone for a long time now." She leaned away from me and called to the other entrapped females in the cages outside our own. "Hey girls! Anyone knows how long Tyzher has been gone?"

"Yeah, he's been gone for a while now." "How long?" "Uh... I forgotted." "Must be a pee break." "How does he break his pee?"

Yanara blinked. She then turned to me. Her smile widened way more than I was comfortable with. "Ooh? I guess we wont be needing Tyzher here to watch us have some fun times zhen. Not like zhat would stop us~."

"Yeah, I hate zhat guy." "She gonna have fun times now?" " Move over! I wanna watch!" "Weh?!"

Uh.

The cell door opened just in the nick of time. A new man stepped forward, carrying a large bucket of water, some bars of soap, several plant husks that look like loofahs, and a couple of towels.

Oh thank goodness.

Like Tyther, this man had the same attire as Warden Tyther, as well as the same weapons. He was slightly paler, but was also younger. Taller, yet had thick arms and a large torso. He had blonde hair, brown eyes, and had a scar that ran from his left temple to his chin.

He placed these items on the ground and then coughed to get everyone's attention. "It has come to our attention that Warden Tyther has come upon an unfortunate illness recently. He is being treated as we speak. This event, in turn, has prompted me to take his place earlier than expected. We suspected that his illness was not of random happenstance. Warden Tyther had became ill because he physically touched the new yinglet that has joined you, whom was carrying a poison residue in his fur at the time. As a result, we have to be reminded of certain protocols that were put in place to keep you all placated. So, to prevent other humans from becoming ill in the future, you all will be given special instructions. It is for this reason that we've decided to move up Bath Day to today, and that we will begin bathing the new inmate and his cellmate. You will bathe them twice, and then everyone else will be allowed to have their turns. More water will be provided, but only under the condition that you wash yourselves in the dry spot in the cage that hangs over the drain, and nowhere else. Please be reminded that cooperation would be appreciated. Uncooperative actions will result in severe punishment. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir." "Yes sir." "Yes sir." "Yes sir." "Yes sir." All the lady yinglets said in unison.

The new warden came up to the cage I was held in and stared straight at me. "For those among us that doesn't know what's in store in case any of you act less than cooperatively, we will be locking the only entrance into this room and wait until everyone is starved. Afterwards, we will be taking matters into our own hands to wash the filth off of you ourselves. But if you cooperate, all of you will be receiving two meals in the next meal time. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir." "Yes sir." "Yes sir." "Yes sir." "Yes sir."All the lady yinglets said again.

"... Yes sir." I decided to reply, feeling that his question was directed to me more than any of the other caged yinglets.

"Any questions?" The new warden asked.

I raised my hand. Once he nodded at me, I began asking what felt to me was readily obvious. "What name would I call you by?"

"To you, newbie, I am either Warden Mogen, or Sir." He answered. I can quickly tell that he was methodical in his response. He seemed to be waiting for me to respond.

I nodded back at him. "Yes, Sir Warden Mogen."

He stood straight up and broke eye contact as he impassively looked through his person and fetched a key. I think that meant I satisfied his answer. He then went to the largest cage and unlocked it, brought the water bucket and other supplies into the corner of the cage, came back out and closed it behind himself. He then went to the cage Yanara and I were in and unlocked it for us. He then pointed at the entrance of the largest cage. "Wait for me there."

I almost wanted to reach up to his face and rub his eyes. But then again, if I were to do that, I wouldn't justbe starving myself, but everyone else in this prison I now share with them.

Once he closed the smaller cage we came from, he then came to us and unlocked the large cage entrance for us once more. It must be one of those automatic slam shut door locks, meaning that you need a key to open them every time they close all the way. He then pointed to the bucket of water. "Don't bother undressing. Get washed with your clothes on first, and then get washed without them. You all better be thorough. I will provide more water when it is needed, so wash everything as I get more water. Once I come back with fresh water, you will be washed again, this time without clothes. After that, I will come back with more fresh water and the rest of you will take your turns. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir." "Yes sir." "Yes sir." "Yes sir." "Yes sir." Said the usual response of the prisoner females.

"Uh... I zhink I can wash myself just fine." I glanced between the thirty-or-so female yinglets in front of me. I noticed that they were equipping themselves with the loofahs. Most of them seem to be more enthusiastic than I was comfortable with. "Do you zhink I can shove a stick in one of zhose sponges so I can wash myself?"

"No sticks, newbie." Mogen sharply interrupted with deadpan yet stern answer. "Get in the bucket now."

"Come on, Roy. If we do zhis, zhen we will be having two meals. Do as zhe warden says." Yanara said earnestly, firmly tugging me into the large bucket of water.

Once inside, I was assailed by sudsy loofahs. I had to close my eyes to prevent the soap from getting into them. Considering how these yinglet ladies had no company other than themselves and these wardens, the inclusion of a male yinglet in their own lonely habitat must certainly stirred them into a frenzy. I was toppled over several times as the yinglet ladies enthused themselves with scrubbing my person without hesitation.

"Shame really. I really wanted to know what his boy smell smelled like." "At least we're getting bazhs early!" "It was only yesterday we had bazhs." "Yeah, but it's better zhan every zhree days!"

"GAH! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE REACHING! AH! UGH! GYUH! GENTLE! GENTLE!" I protested.

"Oh calm down and let zhe girls do zheir zhing. You wouldn't want zhem to miss a spot, or zhe wardens would be angry wizh us." Yanara said coolly as her own entourage of females served her, even as her clothed body was soaked and making her white raggedy dress less... appropriate to look at. Not to mention that she was easily entertained by my protestations. That or my clothes were having the same effect as hers, and she was having a different opinion about my drenched condition.

Before I knew it, Warden Mogen came back with another large bucket of water and new soap bars. "You can now empty that bucket by pulling the plug from the bottom. Once it's empty, strip away their clothes. Once they're naked, put them in the new bucket."

"W-WHAT?!" I cried out.

"Ooh, nakey new guy time~!" "I wanna see zhe nakiness~!" "Weh weh~!"

I can't tell if this was some form of morbid hell or freaky heaven.

More buckets of water were provided, along with more soap bars to used with the bathing. The female yinglets languidly enjoyed themselves in the process, as they disrobed, scrubbed each other, rinsed with fresh water, and dried themselves with the towels provided to them. They would often giggle and wave at me, tried to get my attention with flirting winks and purrs, or offered the opportunity to come and scrub their hard-to-reach places. Because the morphology of a yinglet is so wildly different from a human, yinglets would have a harder degree of grooming themselves. That is, if they lacked a tool to assist them, or in this case, another yinglet to scratch their backs.

However, I was too humiliated to answer their fanciful beckons.

With my clothes too damp to wear, I was now dressed with nothing but a simple fabric that was more of a hand towel than a bath towel. At least the size of the towel itself was about the size of a bath sheet relative to my own yinglet size.

On the other hand, I didn't have to suffer lonely. Yanara was in her own towel, even if she had dried herself later than me, and had joined me in this spot I have chosen as my 'Corner of Solitude'. So much for solitude. She would rather plop herself next to me rather than leave me to my own misery.

"You know, if you would like, we could share a bit of our food wizh you~." Yanara suggested sensually. "Usually when we get double meals, we get zhe nice stuff zhat's not too rotten."

I turned to her for a bit, stared, then sighed as I laid my head on the ground and forced my ears forward to hide my eyes. "I'm not feeling hungry."

Yanara blinked. "... Hm. You're a strange boy. Won't you come over here and introduce yourself to zhe rest of zhe girls? I zhink zhey would like it if you did, Roy."

Maybe a bit too much. At least in the sense there are a lot of yinglet women around that are thirsting for a chance at some action with me in mind. But I cannot travel down that path. So much had happened all at once, and I felt that if I lost focus for just a second, or entertained the notion of letting my yinglet instincts take over and become the luckiest yinglet in the world, it would be letting whatever remains of my humanity be damned. I don't even know if I even had a humanity at this point. Anytime a female yinglet so much as come close to me, with their lilting accents indicative and typical of a female yinglet, their flouncing movements, their smells, and whatever else that might plague my newfound hormonal chemistry and yinglet nervous system. Even with Yanara sitting close to me like this, I can feel my heart beat beating more noticeably, if subtly.

But if Zuddle truly is behind my sudden imprisonment, I can't abandon myself of my whims. There has to be something more to this!

And yet even if I did find out why he imprisoned me, I couldn't very well do anything about it. I'm just one yinglet! Nay! A yinglet that was once a human! How could I possibly fight back against this?!

My mind is telling me no, but my body is telling me yes, and I have ninety nine problems, but a bitch ain't one! ... Well, I don't think the female company I'm with wouldn't agree to being called bitches. And it wouldn't be right for me to call them bitches either since they did give me a bath I would never forget.

Calm down, Roy.

I looked to where the new warden was, letting my ear erect itself on its own to let me see from an uncovered eye. Seems like Mogen was picking up the last water bucket, using it to carry the loofahs while letting the female yinglets dry themselves.

And they were like the analogy of birds trapped in cages.

They do not deserve this.

I subtly leaned to Yanara. "if you promise not to tell zhis to any humans or to zhe females zhat can't keep secrets, I'll try to be less sad. Do you understand?" I whispered.

Yanara nodded eagerly, leaning closer to my face. So much so I could feel her breathing on me. "Yes yes! What is it?"

I smiled. "I come wizh an enclave lead by Matriarch Rhondy. She and zhe ozher patriarchs wish to free you from Zuddle's grasp, and break you out of Arisota's Hold. Keep your promise, and I will keep mine."

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head with surprise. She hesitated for a couple seconds, but she eventually nodded. "Okay. I promise."

"Zhank you." I sighed. Yet another soul I'm staking my life and secrets with. But then again, I don't have any real choice when it comes to allies.

"So zhat's why you were so shy before? Because you didn't want to get in trouble wizh your matriarch if she found out you mated wizh us wizhout her scheduling?" She seemed surprised.

I frowned. "Well uh... Sure, I guess, but it might actually be more zhan just zhat."

"Having fun over there?" Warden Mogen asked. Yanara and I turned suddenly to see that he was indeed staring at us.

Thinking quick, I decided to wing it. "Well, wizh due respect, Sir Warden Mogen, we were, till you interrupted us. I was gonna mention how pretty Yanara is, but you had to cut in at zhe wrong time. I now forgot zhe pickup line I was gonna use."

Warden Mogen blinked, but then shook his head and continued on his way, shutting the large cage's door behind himself and carrying the bucket and loofahs away. He would probably collect the towels later. "I'll begin rotations tomorrow. Any of you that weren't in the main cage will get a chance to bathe later."

When Mogen finally left, I turned to Yanara again. What to do now? I need allies, and the only ones available were overeager. And enthusiastic. ... But then again... If I could somehow rile them up into an effective combat force, they might be able to overpower their captors. Judging the size of Mogen's muscular bulk, it might take around eight, or perhaps ten, yinglets to incapacitate him. But then there was the issue with the only door in and out of this room. It would be reasonable to assume that another warden would be watching over Mogen as he makes his rounds in this underground prison. But that could also mean a warden might stay behind that door and act as overseer, performing surveillance to the prisoners and reporting any happenings that might require immediate attention.

At the minimum, there might be two wardens watching over this prison at a time, and use rotating shifts with other wardens that are on Zuddle's payroll. Then there's Lain, the sleuth that brought me here. And finally there was Zuddle, or so Yanara tells me.

"So... Um... You zhink I should introduce myself to zhe rest of zhe ladies?" I asked unsure, scratching the back of my head.

Yanara's smile widened. "Oh yes yes yes! Zhey would so so love to know you! Come! Come!" She excitedly said as she would begin to drag me with her towards the drying yinglet women. She then stopped. "... Oh, right. Um... You have a 'zhing' about zhe females. Right."

"Make somezhing up. Please. I don't want zhe wardens, Zuddle, or anyone to know." I whispered.

She stared blankly at me for a few seconds before she looked down at the ground in deep contemplation. After a confident smile brightened her face, she shared her idea. "Okay. How about we just tell zhe girls you're a shy odd one? Zhat will work! Okay, come for reals!" She then began tugging me along with her again.

Huh. Would that work? I mean, I don't think I would count as an odd one by yinglet standards. But then again, if I can get the other females to follow along, then perhaps the wardens, and Zuddle, wouldn't assume anything out of the ordinary just yet? They might just assume that me being called an odd one by the female yinglets is just something that's a cultural norm of yinglet-kind. If worse comes to worst, they might ask me or the other females on what an odd one is supposed to be. I'll have to make up an alibi before that happens.

"Okay girls. Roy talked wizh me a little and he says he's very shy, and feels so embarrassed when he got washed. Everyone! Meet Roy!" Yanara gestured to me. She then began gesturing to every female yinglet. "Roy. Meet Scankre, Mex, Granreiks, Alxieds, Uma, Dhumaila, Zin'ars, Raphia, Yuk'ads, Zens, Na'shei-"

... Have I ever mentioned before that I was bad at remembering names?

A/N: It's just standard procedure in most prisons, right?