I agree

I blinked at Uthul, smoothly glossing over the massive, pulsing reality of her proposal.

“Intruding? No, I mean... if you want to search for the coin too, that’s fine, I guess,” I muttered, flicking a speck of dust off my sleeve. “Three pairs of eyes are mathematically superior to two, so... yeah.”

Uthul froze before letting out a thunderous roar of laughter that shook dust from the ceiling.

“Mathematically superior! Search for the coin!” she wheezed. “By the Ancestors, little prince! You’re standing there with a tent in your britches, staring at a naked elf on all fours, and you’re still pretending there’s a mysterious copper coin missing! We all know what’s about to happen here.”

Vaelira, now sitting on a sack beside me, let out a low huff. “I’ve never... ‘searched for a coin’ with an orc before,” she purred dryly, long ears twitching. “But why not? I owe you for keeping the dwarf’s hands off me earlier.”
“Don’t thank me yet, elf,” Uthul grunted, stepping closer and blocking out the lantern light. Her heavy brass belt buckle clattered loudly as she unfastened her britches, freeing the thick, hard length underneath. “I just hate seeing good opportunities wasted by sloppy dwarfs.”

I leaned back against the burlap, staring strictly at eye level and desperately wondering if my agreement had backed me into a corner as the thick orcish member appeared in my peripheral vision.

“Look, I’m all for... smooth group dynamics,” I offered with a vague wave. “It’s just, you know, joint... erm... endeavors need structure. Can’t have things getting chaotic down here.”

Vaelira laughed softly, her long, cool fingers trailing up the inside of my thigh, brushing right against the strain in my trousers.

“Look at him, Uthul. He’s practically vibrating, yet he’s still talking all these big words!”
“Aye,” Uthul chuckled dark and low, eyeing the outline in my lap. “He loves to sound smart, but his britches tell a completely different story... soft little royal. I bet you can’t wait to get those pants off, can you?”
“I’m just looking out for... efficiency!” I squeaked, trying to sound dignified as a gasp nearly betrayed me.
“Efficiency?” Uthul snorted, shoving a broad knee between mine and pinning my shoulder to the crates. “What are you talking about, little prince? Stop beating around the bush and wasting words. It’s time we let something else do the talking!”

I opened my mouth to offer one last pathetic excuse, but Uthul’s hand slid down and squeezed me firmly right through my trousers.

My brain completely short-circuited. My chin stayed up, but my dignity officially vacated the premises.