Take a breather.

Sister Alora Rensburg. All her life, she wanted to find a place to belong. She thought she had one with the Church, but they were like a repressive regime. What was the cultural norm for the kingdom was even more intense in a place of worship. People didn't treat her well, and she couldn't even ease her frustrations with a bit of fun. But now, she resides at Raffermir, just like many other misfits and outcasts.

As soon as she and the adventurers have left the room, you lay back on the throne with a deep exhale. "I can't believe we met a real group of heroes!" you say in jest.

The formality ceases. People in the room begin scattering about. Many of them laugh, and seem content with what happened.

"You're so clever," Cari says as she pats your shoulder from the air. "This is why I love you so. Instead of telling them to leave or killing them, you find another person to save! I think that makes you the hero, and us your group, Lord Efrin. And now that I've complimented you a bunch, you'll take me, right? The incubi are good, but you're so much better~."

A rolling cloud of smoke billows out from beneath one of other doors. It rolls along the floor, though to everyone here, this isn't unusual. You know exactly what that is. As the cloud nears your throne, it lifts up off the ground and begins taking shape on your lap. In an instant, it's no longer smoke, but a girl--a vampire, to be precise. She has long white hair that reaches far past her shoulders holding a hair clip resembling a black widow, pale skin, and bright crimson eyes. Like one would imagine, her fangs are prominent. Her garb is a blood-red dress that extends down to her knees with a spiky black pattern up from the hem leading decorative patterns up to the bust. Straps around her shoulders lead down to ample cleavage covered only by where the dress extends upwards over her tits. Beneath her dress is a garter belt leading to dark thigh-high stockings decorate with imagery of bats. Matching red flats cover her feet. She is taller than Cari, but not by a substantial margin. Her chest is larger too, however.

She has a stoic, almost expressionless face, and she has a voice to match. She hangs her slender legs over the armrest of the throne and leans against you at her side. "I heard that I missed something fun."

"You did, Thana! There was a cute priest girl, and she found her true feelings," Cari explains.

"Why do you look like you just got out of bed? It's past noon."

"Get off my case! I stayed up late last night."

"You're irresponsible."

Cari floats down to aggressive grab onto the vampire girl's bust and she gives them a squeeze. "Well you're mean!"

They stare at each other for a moment. Then, Thana places her hand upon the cheek of the angel and guides her lips to meet her own. Cari's face flushes pink as their tongues meet and begin to dance. Quiet moans come from both, and soon they're fully embraced upon your lap. Cari, like usual, is the more energetic one, and she pushes herself in for more.

"Hey. Can you guys maybe do this somewhere else? I can't get up." You roll your eyes.

Jilly the slime girl comes wiggling up the throne room again. She forms her body and speaks. "Excuse me, Lord. I hate to interrupt, but it seems like you're needed here for one other thing today. A girl has asked to see you. She's come alone, though, so I don't think it's another adventuring party coming to kill you? I'm not really sure. She's super cute though."

You push the two girls away and stand up from your throne. "Thanks, Jilly. I'll see what she has to say. Send her in."