Navaan had found a lot of things sexy in her life. Many of them weird. Some of them fish-related. Even the world's bitchiest sorceress was sexy when she wasn't talking and/or being a giant bitch.

But she was going to have to agree with the narrative here that these undulating fishy sorcerettes were not at all sexy.

She planted her feet and took up a surprisingly competent fighting stance. "I don't know what creepy shit you're up to, but you're gonna pay for what you did to my booze! Like, for the replacement booze I mean. And maybe some dry cleaning. And - also don't come too much closer to me, keep your creepy wobbling to yourselves over there!"