The eight of you go to dinner

After some time has passed and you think one more glass of ale has been consumed the boys offer to take you to a place that supposedly has the best hot pot in Brawford, which is apparently a kind of meal where everyone sits around a pot of boiling broth and dips raw meat in to cook. You were loose now and more than happy to go with the flow along with your new sisters. The eight of you collapse out of the tavern. The boys, having had at least one more round than you, are not in all that much better shape and everyone is more than jovial. The shop must not be far because you're not taking another mirror and the boys are breaking out in what must be a team song. They're horrible singers and know it but that won't stop them. You can't quite make out what all the lyrics are supposed to be but you pick up

From the swamps and the trees!
With the strengths to please!

And it only got cornier from there. Somehow this just endeared you more to them, especially Albian. Before long your group burst through the door of the hotpot place, like many places in Brawford there weren't actually any employees, casters having better things to do with their time than babysit drunk guild recruits. The place was empty when you all walked in but the lights came on and once a boy tossed a smattering of copper pieces into one of the prepared pots gentle music came on as the cauldron filled with liquid. Plates of meats, vegetables and all sorts of other add ins floated from seemingly nowhere.

The boys pour a few of the vegetable plates into the broth and then you all take your seats. This time you can't blame lack of space for rubbing you up against Albian, you were doing that all on your own. The other girls all seemed to be on the same page, each having paired off with their own player to show them how to handle the meat.

With you on his left and his arm around your shoulder Albian uses his right hand to deftly maneuver his tong to pull a bit of beef off of a tray and hold it in the bubbling pot. He holds it there casually until the meat turns from red to gray before holding it to your face to take a bite. You comply happily, finally realizing how hungry you are. The tender morsel expels it's flavorful juices on your tongue, a little escaping your lips.

Wordlessly Albian wipes your lip clean and presses his juice covered finger between your lips. You accept him into your mouth with no resistance. Your mind reeling and your body reacting. You glance around. Trilia and Paul are ahead of you, already heavily making out on the opposite side of the pot and the other girls are in similarly intimate positions.