“We’ve closed the store to humans who aren’t part of the Courtyard’s pack, so it’s time to remove books that aren’t of interest to them or the terra indigene,” [said Simon Wolfgard].
Vlad pulled a book off the shelf. The cover showed a muscular male who was partially clothed, looked menacing, and was meant to be some kind of terra indigene. At the male’s feet was a partially clothed female, probably human, who, despite cowering, had her chin lifted in a defiant attitude and had her back arched in a way that displayed an impressive pair of breasts.
“Do you think humans will ever realize breasts have no attraction for us once we’re weaned?” Vlad asked, opening the book to a random page. [snip]
Vlad read a couple of pages, then put the book on the cart. “Some of us might read it if you shelved it as a comedy.”
Simon eyed him, then looked at the book. “Or put it in with the cookbooks?”
“Too obvious what our interest in the breasts would be.”
~ Anne Bishop, Vision in Silver