Linda and Marsha sit on the floor, soaking up the warmth from the red lamps.
"So..." Linda says, bumping into Marsha's side with her shoulder, "You wanna pick up where we left off?"
"What? No! I... no!" Marsha scuttles away from Linda, a look of shock and even disgust on her face.
"ReLAX, Marsha, I'm kidding. You know I'm no gayer than you are."
"Sorry, this is just... all too strange. I don't see how you can be so..."
"Comfortable? Relaxed?"
"Yeah, that."
"I just don't see the point in being upset. 'Sides, the perks are definitely pretty good, you have to admit."
"There are perks to being lizard freaks?"
"Sure. They're giving us free room and board, free food, boyfriends... we'll never have to go to the office again..."
"We'll never see our families again, either." Marsha reminds her.
"As if that's a big downer..."
"Sigh... you're irrepressible."
"Yep. Can't wait to meet our new guys..."
"I guess you don't have to wait." A voice sounds as a door slides open. Two tall lizard men stand at the door, each with a folded pile of clothes in their hands.
"Uh, hello..." Marsha says as she stands up, suddenly self-conscious of her nudity.
"Here," the lizard man on the left says. "Marsha, right? Hi, my name's Donovan." He hands her the clothes in his hands and she looks it over carefully. It's different than anything she's ever worn, a metallic one-piece that looks as if it would fit tightly, and it's strange to her that there's a hole in the back until she remembers that she has a tail.
The other lizard man hands Linda an identical outfit. "And I'm Taylor."
"Uh, hello..." Marsha smiles a bit, shyly, and quickly slips on the outfit.
"Yeah, you got us right." Linda shakes Taylor's hand vigorously before slipping the outfit on.
"Well, what do you girls want to do? We've been told we're allowed to take you on a tour to anywhere on the island you'd like to go." Donovan smiles to Marsha and places a scaled hand on her shoulder. It's obvious to him that she's very uncomfortable.