A prayer

For several more minutes, small talk is exchanged across the table. You are excluded, of course. You are a ****, only allowed to speak when addressed by your master. Your only use here is as a visible reminder of Master's prestige. The conversation between Master and the sisters remains lively, however, with the three nuns commenting politely about goblin culture and giggling quietly at Master's jokes.

Eventually everyone finishes their meals and the conversation begins to wind down. Sister Alli asks of Master as several servants clear the table, "May we pray a reverence to Aether, as is customary when we end a meal?"

"Of course, of course!" Master exclaims as he holds his arms wide to his guests. "You are staying in a gesture of cultural exchange, I would be remiss if I did not allow you to practice your customs."

"Thank you," Sister Alli replies, nodding her head in appreciation. Sister Alli, who is seated in the center, looks to her left and right to be sure Sister Beverly and Sister Talia are in sync with her. The three of them close their eyes, clasp their hands in front of them in unison, and begin reciting aloud a prayer in what you assume is some ancient language only still used by members of this church. The prayer has a sort of poetic melody to it, with several segments repeated throughout the recital, and the three of them continue with practiced meter, uninterrupted until completion. At one point you look at Master for any guidance of what to do during this. He simply shrugs, sitting back and letting them finish their prayer. By the time they are finishing up the prayer, you smile as you notice Master has begun stroking his cock under the table.

When they finally finish they all open their eyes and bring their hands back to their sides in unison. Master clasps his hands together in glee, interjecting, "What a wonderful display of devotion! You truly are dedicated to your church."

"Thank you," Sister Alli replies, humbly nodding her head.

"Now, after that wonderful display, it is only fitting that we share with you some of goblin culture!" Master adds, a wicked grin on his face. All three of the sisters simply give him a blank look, not sure what of "goblin culture" he wishes to demonstrate.