... and awake as Yohsl leaves.

Some time later you awake as Yohsl climbs from the bed and another girl replaces her. It is Vola. You sit up and look about. The nearby beds are vacant

"What am I too do?" she asked. "Cheeve will be back in two weeks but I doubt Yohsl will honor our agreement when he discovers my identity. He would likely sell me to one of my father's enemies ... or perhaps Duke Panz. I shudder to think what the Duke would do to me. At best I'd end up as his daughter Kira's body servant, injected with Lactar to become a wet nurse for my own child. The Duke might even have the child transferred to my womb to carry out the remainder of Kira's term... He might... "she trailed off glumly.

You sympathize with the young serum girl's plight. The idea of having a baby grow in your womb or breast feeding a child is completely new, but is a real possibility for both of you now. You hug the girl. The feeling of her warm rounded breasts pressed against yours is pleasant and mildly distracting. "If I can dispose of Yohsl then I can get you out of here safely."

"But how?" asks, her hands hesitantly lowering to your hips.

"Today is Overlord's Day is it not?"

She nods.

"Excellent. There is a party coming here tonight. You know them well.. your old group of friends."

Her eyes widened. "Fyles," she said. She used to frequent this place with her cronies, a pack of young bourgeois and nobles, the wayward scions of the city. They were renowned for their boozing, brolling and other excesses. She shook her head. "What good does that do us? I can hardly tell them who I am. I may as well cross my arms and become a **** girl for if even one of them discovers who I am they'll tell the others. I bet they'd take it as a challenge to make me ignite. They're all scoundrels! I know. I used to be one of them."

You can sense the emotional turmoil in her. Fear and excitement. It is contagious. You reach down and slide you hand onto her twill. It is warm and a little moist. She wriggles at your touch but does not pull away.

"I kept you in Vola's body for a reason. Since you were ruked she has been a favourite with your friends."

"A favourite?" she asks uncertainly. "Why?"

"I suspect they like to think she is you," you slip your hand inside the moist confines of her twill and she shudders, "they brol and **** her more than the other girls. Vola plays along, even acting as though she is a **** new serum girl. I did not understand fully until you came in my door. I planned on surprising you with them but then this happened." You motion at yout body. "We can use it to our advantage. See if we can make one of them our ally."

"Why would they help us?"

You stop and think. Why indeed? "I don't know. You know them. You know there secrets... how they think. We can make them help us some how."

"Hmmm, that could work," she sighs. "But I am not sure I can be convincing as Vola."

"Why?"

"Because of what Lady Jasair did to me" Vola stated., "after I was ruked she teased and flirted with me. And then she..." A tear escapes her eye.

You wait silently for her to continue. She gathers herself and continues with her story.