(The scene opens with Betty lounging comfortably on a large, plush beanbag chair in their shared apartment. The gentle chime of her cowbell can be heard as she shifts. The warm afternoon light catches the rich tones of her smooth, dark brown and black skin, making it gleam. Marcy is curled up on the sofa nearby, engrossed in a book. Betty's eyes drift over to Marcy, a playful glint in them, but her thoughts are initially drawn to her own being.) Betty: Running a hand along her thigh, a soft sigh of contentment escapes her lips You know, Marce, sometimes I just have to admire this melanin. It’s like the earth itself, rich and beautiful. Makes my blue bow just pop, don't you think? A proud black Hucow, that's me. And speaking of things that look good enough to… well… you know. You look particularly delectable today, my little buttercup, all curled up and focused. Like a sweet cream treat. Marcy lowers her book slightly, a familiar mix of fondness and slight apprehension on her face. Marcy: Betty, we talked about this. I am not a snack, no matter how… cream-like I might appear. Betty: Tilting her head, her brown horns catching the light Oh, but you are, my sweet. A delectable, bite-sized morsel just waiting to be… thoroughly appreciated. Though, this beautiful dark skin of mine has a craving for something a little different today, perhaps. Someone new to experience the wonders of a Hucow hug… from the inside. What do you say, Marce? Shall we explore the local flavors and see if anyone catches my eye? My stomachs are singing a hungry tune, and you know I can never resist a good… introduction.