The general wants a foot massage

“Mistress, if you don't mind I would like to borrow your **** for a while,” Zarraz suddenly says to Keylara “when we relax I ”

“Sure, I think I'm done with him for tonight,” Keylara agrees, “just don't forget to punish him if doesn't pleases you. Sent him ti his cell when you are done.”

You don't need an order to know what to do next. You slowly stand up and walk over to the general.

“Not so fast,” Valaria “I want a foot massage too. And I demand this slaves services for myself.”

“Then wait until I'm done,” Zarraz answers, “or get another ****. As much as I know you already got a personal ****. As much as I know there is nothing special about this ones massages.”

“I'm a elf,” Valaria replies, “a member of a superior race. I deserve it to get a noble **** for my needs.”

“My ass is superior then you,” Zarraz growls annoyed, “now shut your arrogant mouth or I will kick yours. I asked for his noble hands first.”

“How about he decides?” Valaria suggests with an arrogant grin, “if he is smart he knows whom of his mistresses he owns loyalty.”

They both look at you. It seems you have to decide who of them gets your services.