Ask him.

"Um... Mr. Treebowyer?" you ask, your voice soft.

"What is it, Milly, dear?" he replies, a nurturing smile on his face.

"Did you like my father as, uh... more than a friend?"

His smile turns sad, a wistful look to his eyes. "I'm going to be honest with you, Milly, dear... Your father was a good friend to me. But as a noble, we didn't exactly get close the normal way... It was I who made the first move when I spotted him in the market street, selling his produce. He was so large, so muscular, so broad-shouldered... But no, we never really knew each other carnally. I wanted to, of course, and he certainly found me attractive, but... He just wasn't interested in knowing me as a lover. But he was happy to be friends, even with the sexual tension between us, and I was willing to accept that. I tried to give him a taste of opulence, but he was adamant about earning his own way. Even during lean times, he wouldn't even let me buy him a meal, and he set clear boundaries on the price of gifts... He really was a rarity, Cole. I miss him, and I can see so much of you in him."

You swallow hard.

"Oh, relax, Milly, dear!" The elf ruffles your hair. "I mean in your morals, your ethics, your integrity... Your personality and appearance couldn't be more different. Rest assured, the least I can do for Cole is make sure his daughter ends up with the right person. And, maybe, if I can manage it..." he grins maliciously. "Get back at your mother for selling my best friend's daughter into slavery. I think she chose me just to get back at me for the clear lust I showed for him, the bitch."

You can't help but let out a small giggle. If Mr. Treebowyer was a friend of your father's, then... you're sure he's all right.

Mr. Treebowyer plants a quick, chaste kiss on your forehead, then heads back into the store, leaving you sitting out front once more. Not much else to do except people watch. You reach around your breasts, hugging them and trying to cover your leaking nipples with your arms. Granted, with breasts this disproportionately large, you can't get much cover exactly.

It's a few hours later, past lunch, that someone stops in front of you. At first, you don't pay them much mind, thinking they'll keep walking after a while. When they don't you look up, gasping at the sight of them.

She... he... they? They're beautiful! Tall, with long flowing hair like starlight. A white hooded mantle over black-and-gold robes and intricate staff mark them as a wizard, though they look quite young for a truly powerful spellcaster. Under their loose robes, you can't get a really good feel for this wizard's gender... It hides any potential curves and their face and hair, while beautiful, aren't a clear indication of sex.

"Hello, little pet," they say. Even their voice is androgynous! It could either be a husky woman's voice or a softer man's voice! "May I speak to the shopkeep, please? If you would be so kind, could you go get them?"

Your jaw drops. What should you do?