No Risk, No Reward.

Of all three of these women, only one is in a room by herself, this is what decides me.

Padding into her room as stealthy as a cat, I carefully lower the door's bar into place, silent as churchmice, and then shut the window and lock it too. I then put a whammy on the woman giving her the status of "Eternal Sleep", like that whole "sleeping beauty" thing, and commit a few motes of mana to keep it active until I decide to turn it off. After that I start going through her backpack looking for a dairy or something, while casually stabbing each breast with a pair of breast growth and lactation inducement venom tentacles, and whiping out my aphrodisiac tentacle to plunge directly into her hip and dose her with twenty times the strength that I've ever used on anyone else, she's going to be having GOOD dreams, while I read through the dairy I just knew she was going to have in her backpack.

The dairy is chock-full of purple prose and long-winded accounts of honesty boring mundane events, but over a few years it became much more grim and serious. Seems that she started out as a Peasants daughter in some backwater Thorpe where everyone was at best a first cousin of everyone else and left to find a husband. She was captured by a gang of bandits, humans who have surrendered themselves to the Dark, but not like me, low level riff-raff that would probably not even make those goblin warriors blink in a 1v1, even odds which dies and which wins except for gear, because bandits are typically better equipped.

She was rescued a month later when a high-grade heroine called "Valerie DeWinters" and her crew attacked the caravan carrying her and a bunch of other Slaves toward the darklands. She was never ****, being wanted for her blood as a virgin as much as anything else. Valerie is an ice-magic specialist, with the rank VI magician advanced class of "Winter Queen" a class that is rarely taken because it is considered a dead end in terms of advancing toward becoming an Appocalypseis. She traveled on with the hero band that rescued her, but secretly misses the beatings and the humiliation of **** life, wishing she had been **** repeatedly and impregnated with monster cum. This secret desire builds over the years she was trained in combat by the heroines of the band which rescued her and now that she has became a Duelist class heroine herself, she's secretly questing for a suitability virile monster to enslave and dominate her. The two dwarven women in the next room over are her party-mates, along with the Elven Cleric in the next room on the other side. She privately suspects that the Dwarves are engaged in a secret incestuous relationship (they're fraternal twin sisters) and that the elf is like her, a secret monster cultist, but can't be sure enough to make her move.

Okay, this is too good to be true: four potential brood-mothers and take out a party of low-level heroines at the same time? Yeah, something smells fishy here, and its not this chick's pussy or the rapidly spreading dark spot in the covers over it.