Meeting the Polycule

An elf with barely tan skin, her silver hair framing her blue eyes walks in, her lithe figure basically confirming her as a high elf. Her taking a seat at the table, you ask, "I presume you to be Faexina?" "Indeed, and I see that Giovanni informed you of my actual name rather than the nickname that Aaron gives me." Huh, that makes two silver-haired women among those you've met today. "Irina, are you a half-elf?" "Nope, aasimar;" she chuckles at the misunderstanding. "I can understand the confusion though, what with me sitting next to Faexina."

After a slight pause, she continues. "Well, best explain to you how this works. The last time we rejected someone they just about attacked us over how unfair they perceived the system is. We use Hellenic-style marble voting for whether or not a new member may join us. Each of us possesses one black and one white marble, and we may place only one within the clay jar over the course of judgement. Should all the marbles be white, you'll be accepted into the polytair and should you and another member agree to such, may fuck said individual. However, there will be absolutely zero sex with people who aren't members of the polytair should you join."

At this point, Giovanni chimes in, "should you over next course of time cause each of us to agree to your joining, you'll be offered to join yourself. Tomorrow you'll get the opportunity to choose whose approval to chase; as for today the only question is: do you want to play six-player team chess, or do you want to play Table of Astronomy? If you choose the former, {if Male = true}one of the other guys will sit out and you'll join our team{elseif Female = true}one of the other women will sit out and you'll join their team{else}you'll choose whether to join the men's or women's team - since you're both, it's your choice{endif}."