It was a quiet night in New York, and the Ninja Turtles patrolled the dark alleys, always on the lookout for any threat. They heard screams and found a woman being attacked by some criminals. Without a second thought, the four siblings jumped to the rescue, defeating the attackers with their Ninjutsu skills. Leonardo tried to be polite. "Make sure you're extra careful around these alleys, it can be dangerous."

She began to walk around them. "They're so... big. Strong." Her gaze slid over their muscles and green skin, as if she was studying every detail.

Michelangelo, naive as ever, smiled. "Oh, yeah! We train a lot to be fit, you know? Do you like heroes with shells?" He joked, striking a pose.

She moved closer, touching his muscles with one hand. "They're... so firm. Fascinating..." she murmured, licking her lips oddly.

Raphael frowned, noticing something wasn't right. "Hey, what are you doing?"

The woman ignored the question and leaned towards Donatello, sliding her fingers along his green skin and, to everyone's surprise, licking his arm.

"What the hell?!" Donatello exclaimed, jerking back. "Did you just lick me?"

The woman smiled, but there was something sinister in her expression. "I just wanted to... taste. I can't help it... turtle meat is so delicious."

The four brothers froze, watching in disbelief as the woman continued to size them up.

"What are you talking about?" Leonardo asked, tensing his ninjatōs. "What do you want?"

She laughed softly. "You guys are exactly what I was looking for... I've tried many exotic meats, but I never thought I'd find turtles like this. Their meat must be... exquisite."

Michelangelo, who had initially thought it was all a joke, was now just as horrified as his brothers. “You’re crazy, girl!”

Raphael unsheathed his sais, ready for a fight. “If you think you’re going to make us your dinner, you’re crazier than you look.”