I had to go to the cybercave to have them scanned, these small no-tail-girls. The Bengali deskman took them with the tips of his fingers, scanned them twice as fast as usually, asked if it was ok if he called the file "Art", put it on my flash-drive and returned to his work without saying good night. I didn't intend to upset him, his is the only cave in the neighborhood that's still open at this time of the night.
So here they are, the nekkid lassies, not tailed, nor tailored.
The no-tail-woman has still to come. She will awake soon, with no memory but, if she's lucky, just the ghost of a tail. Long, furry, and, of course, prehensile.