Meanwhile, a short distance from where Liana and Gloria stood.
Javier knelt by the pile of fish, a large, sharp filleting knife in hand. He began demonstrating the process with calm, precise movements.
"First, you bleed it properly, makes the meat cleaner. Then you scale it, like this, against the grain." His knife moved with practiced ease, sending silvery scales flying. "Next, you slit the belly from the vent up to the head, careful not to puncture the gallbladder, unless you want everything to taste bitter."
Felicia bent over gracefully at his side, both hands resting on her knees as she watched his every move intently.
Mimi hugged him from behind, her head resting on his shoulder, her soft breasts pressing against his back, her tail swaying in a slow, contented rhythm.
Delya squatted elegantly on Javier's other side, her posture poised and graceful as she observed the process.
