Well, that certainly confirmed they could hear anything I said, and answered why the maidens weren't doing more posing or saying anything.

I swallowed.

Since the gods, or whatever it was that normally guided me, had decided to fuck off, I was to pick my last matron based on... looks? Style? I mean, with slight variations, all these elven babes were slim, gorgeous, and sexy. It was like being brought into a room of supermodels and being told all of them wanted you to fuck them, but you could only choose one... no, it wasn't like that, it WAS that. It wasn't like I didn't already have the spectrum of...