They were all tall, muscular women, and stronger than any average woman. Ellie was trapped when they cornered her. One of them turned her head and pressed the button for the third floor.
Ellie tried to remember their names. A woman with red hair, because of the shape of her eyes, looked like her genes were crossed with cats. She calmly turned her darkened gaze to Ellie. "We can smell what you smell like. You smell blood, fear and s*x. All this has its own smell."
“We can also smell one of us on you,” said the woman on the left. She looked strange: like a tricolour cat, with her multi-coloured hair and cat-like features. She snorted again. “I think someone from the canine family. Although our sense of smell is not as good as that of our men. They can sniff you and immediately determine wh
