Three hours, a mere three hours she had left home  and already Laly was witnessing something she'd not even imagined. Her books certainly didn't mention as utterly confusing as the scene before her. They weren't prude tales either, the literature of havoc spoke of grand orgies, legendary gangbangs and acts of erotic skill one could only dream of achieving; but this, this was certainly on a whole other level. Laly hadn't seen a cock even half the size of what Crest boasted.<br/><br/>for a moment she felt immensely sorry for the beast wanting to go over and hug him, Poor thing, lost it's home whatever was it to do. She was certain he could handle himself though, in fact in the back of Laly's mind resided a twinge of fear. If Crest so wished to kill her, to rape here, there was little her meek squirrel form could do to stop him. She sincerely doubted her sabers would be of much help either!<br/><br/>"Cover, covered what?" she inquired following the line of Crest's eyes, and claw. "You mean my clothes, why do I wear clothes? Well,... I guess to stay warm, and clean." she replied as best she could. "To be fair you might get around better covering up that meaty pole of yours!" she exclaimed. "Maybe you could rig up a hammock for it or something, your bound to get crass stains in the tip" Laly snickered and smirked.