One man, four hot women ... hmmm

As soon as Swiftwing landed in the drakeloft, the naked woman behind you leaps nimbly from the rigging and sweeps up her sister in a fierce bear hug. Under normal circumstances, the sight of these naked young women pressed together in an embrace like this might be worth taking the time to savor, but your attention is demanded by someone else.

"Damn you, Rider!" Relia whispers fiercely in your ear as she slings to you just as tightly as the two sisters' embrace. "Do you have to be a fucking hero every chance you get?" Anything you might have said is swallowed by Reia's kiss. It is hard to reconcile this passionate reaction with the aloof noble woman who first entered your Rider loft three days ago. It is only when she finally pulls away from the kiss and gets a second look at the two naked sisters hugging each other is a mixture of shock and relief that she offers a less charitable option. "Or maybe, Rider, you wanted to add some younger prizes to your growing harem."

Now that your heartrate is starting to return to normal, you take a moment to look over the sisters who suddenly become aware that they are the center of attention.

These two are easily as pretty as the collection of young beauties that you saw being passed out after the sudden capture of the Citadel. Not that you are in the least unhappy with Vitaliya, but these two are objectively the cream of the crop.

"We owe you our lives, Rider." The older of the sisters bows formally, apparently not overly distress at her nakedness. "I am Thalia Markopoulos and this is my sister, Demetria." The younger of the two is far less comfortable with her lack of clothing; her hands move to cover her sex and breasts but Thalia slaps her hands down. "Remember what I told you, Dem," she hisses firmly. "If you want to live through this, you have to forget everything that you've been taught. Just thank the Goddess that this Rider is the one who took us and not that creepy snakeman or the dog-beasts." You don't blame the girl for the way she shudders at this harsh reminder. The screams from outside have died down a little, but the anguished wail of some unfortunate woman can still be heard from the nearby houses.

As you watch the pair of young women sink to their knees and bow their heads in unison. This synchronized act of submission is either something they've practiced in anticipation of this moment, or amazingly lucky timing.

"We are your captives, Rider." Again, it is Thalia who speaks for the pair. "Please be patient with your new slaves, Sir. We are new to this life, and Demetria has never been with a man ..."