You were surprised at the woman who walked through the door. It wasn't often that an insect anthro showed up in Dreadberry. Doz was the only insect you knew, and she was only half-wasp.
This woman, however, was clearly 100 percent bee. She was around 925 feet tall. She had short, red hair and compound, black eyes. Sticking out of the top of her head were two antenna. Instead of a mouth, she had bee like mandibles. From the looks of it, she was incredibly pregnant. Her breasts looked like they were V-cups, and her butt was as big as Maggies. But her belly dominated her frame. It was easily as big as a bean bag chair. You saw that she had large wings on her back. She was wearing a tight, black robe.
You didn't think she looked like royalty, but you didn't want to risk questioning it. You walked over to her to introduce yourself.
"Hello," You shouted, "My name is Neil. Welcome to the Primordial Earth Salon and Spa."
The anthro bee looked down at you, with some difficulty considering her massive belly. "Good to meet you," she said in a thick Scottish accent. "The name's Delia O'Shay. I'm the queen bee of a nearby colony." So she was a queen bee.
"Please, follow me." You shout up.
You show Delia to the barber's chair where Prima was waiting.
"Mind if I take off my robe? It's been bugging me all day." Delia asks. Prima nods her head. Delia pulls her robe off in one motion, revealing that she was wearing black underwear underneath it. Delia slowly sits down as Prima gets the scissors ready.
"Do you have a TV?" Delia asks once she's settled in. "I want to see how the Slicers are doing." The Slicers were a national football team. You wondered why a queen qould care about that. Prima turns on the TV on the nearby wall and changes it to the sports channel.
"So, what brings you to Dreadberry?" Prima asks as she starts cutting Delia's hair.
"My colony move around a lot. We settled her about a month ago. We love where we are, but that mayor of your is getting uppity. Apparently, we have no permit to build out new nest. I'm heading there to talk to her, but one of my drones said to 'pretty up' first. I was a tomboy growing up and still am, so I don't see the point of this." Delia explains while she watches the game.
"Why don't you just send one of your drones to talk to the mayor?" You ask as Prima picks you up and drops you in Delia's hair to help her shampoo.
"Because I might be a queen bee, but I don't lie around all day popping out eggs. I still have duties to my colony. Public relations, finances, all that good stuff." Delia replies.
You continue shampooing her hair, but you step on a puddle of shampoo and slip off. You fall forward, screaming. Where do you land?
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