Royvis helps Neir pick out his new body.

The crowd disperses.
"I think that went well." Neir says.
"Yes, I agree. They seemed to get it at the end."
You walk in the direction of the barracks and Neir follows behind you.
"What now, my lady?" He says.
"We are going shopping..."

When you reach the barracks, the two men guarding it step aside for you both.
In between the racks of weapons and the shelves of spellbooks, are several un-moving mortal bodies. They are all of various shapes and sizes, twenty in all.
You browse through the selection.
"Which one do you like best? This one is nice, she's got big tits... Ooh, he's got a big one..."
Neir smirks at you. "Which is your favorite?"
You stop, your hand resting on the cock of a particularly girthy wolf-man.
"That's not the point, Neir. The point is for you to pick. It's your body, after all."
"I've never been good at things like this..."
"Alright, I'll help you out. I will pick out the two that I like the most and you can choose between them. Sounds good?"
"Sounds fine."

There are many to choose from but there are two that intrigue you the most.
The first is that of a Highlands Fox-girl. These are hardy folk from the northern most lands of the continent. Living at the base of the mountains, these half fox-half human people love battle more than anything else. With bright-red hair, thick accents, perky ears and long tails, this body will serve Neir very well.
This one must have been quite a get for the slavers. She's covered in blue tattoos and battle scars. Gods, what you would give to run your tongue along her abs.

The other is a half-orc man.
Half-orcs are rather common in Silva. The orcs abandoned their savage, tribal nature long ago and serve quiet lives in the countryside. Mainly farmers and cattle ranchers, the Orcs still struggle with the animal instincts of their bloody past. Many deal with these urges by fucking anything they can get their hands on. It's a common sight in the whore-houses of Silva to spot a pack of Orcs, gil in hand, ready to sample the flesh on offer. (In a much different way than of your people, of course.)
This half-orc has half the girth of your standard Orc. Skin coloured a pale green, dark hair cut short, a pair of short tusks jutting from his mouth.
His cock is also as long as your arm. Which is nice.

"So, Neir, which one do you like...?"