You walked north for a good twenty minutes, and were about to give up when you first spotted three tents pitched on the grass, with a small firepit dug out into the ground. You laugh to yourself, realizing you were ready to give up, thinking you might've been fooled by some sort of street magician, doing an elaborate trick for some tv show.
As you get closer to the tents, a female head pops out of each one, and you can see the women sniffing the air as you approach. The genie must've read your mind, you think, as there's a redhead, a blonde, and a brunette. "Hi, ladies," you say, walking right up to the firepit.
"Ooh...a man," cooed the redhead, climbing out of her tent first.
"Ooh..a YOUNG man," cooed the blonde, climbing out next and making eyes at you.
"Mmmmm," hummed the brunette, stalking towards you, her green eyes piercing into you. She leans into you, nuzzling your neck, inhaling your scent. "A young man who smells so...TASTY." You aren't sure how she meant that, and you get a little worried, but only in the back of your mind.
"So," you ask hopefully, "You ladies camping by yourselves?"
"Yeah, we live out here, off of the grid," replied the redhead.
"Out of society's sprawl," added the blonde
"Back with nature, living by natural law," finished the brunette, nearly snarling the words. Her primal vibe really was messing with you; it was a turn on, but still rather frightening to a point.
"Sooo....you DO go into town for food and shit, right?" you ask.
"Every now and again," replied the redhead, smiling at the other two.
"When we get REAL hungry," added the blonde.
"For FRESH meat," finished the brunette, smiling hungrily at you.
"Uhhh...I'm such an ass," you say, trying to get the conversation a bit more pleasant, "I'm Chad. Who are you three?"
"I'm Lisa," said the redhead. She was the picture of an Irish girl, long legged, freckled skin, bright green eyes, curly, long red hair, but with abnormally large breasts. Eye-poppingly large.
"I'm Justine," said the blonde. She was short, just slightly over five feet tall. Her hair was cut in a bob at the nape of her neck. She had blue eyes and a perpetual smile. She was much smaller chested, and slightly pudgy.
"I'm Marsha," growled the brunette. She had straight black hair that hung to the middle of her back. Her skin was slightly tan, and she had green eyes as well. She was rail-thin, with moderate breasts, and was about five and a half feet tall. She had full lips, which framed her prominent teeth quite nicely, as it seemed she had a perpetual snarl on her face. "Why don't you stick around?" she asked, "We haven't had company in awhile."
"A long while," said the blonde.
"A VERY long while," finished the redhead.