A few questions first

Tav pulls a cushion out from the pile and sits on it, directly across from you. You are honestly surprised that he doesn't just immediately have his way with your bodies.

"A'right, I just gots some questions," he begins, setting his sword behind him and casting off his leather arm guards.

"What do you want from us?" Siora snaps at him.

"Ah, you's a defiant bitch," Tav retorts. "But I likes 'at." He chuckles, much to your relief. It seems perhaps your answers to his questions probably won't be life-or-****, at least for now. "Anyway, is you's bitches virgins?"

You and Siora turn to each other for a moment. This is exactly the kind of question you were expecting. You both turn back to him in unison and shake your heads.

"A'right, you slut I believe," Tav points to you. "But you's, elf," he switches his attention to Siora, "I gots ta ask. It's yer fuckstick ain't a virgin, right?"

Siora shakes her head again, slower this time. She seems a bit nervous on where this questioning is leading.

"Aaaah, haha, I's knew it!" Tav seems extra excited to announce his deduction. "You's bitches 're fuckin'! You been givin' it to this slut wit' yer fuckstick! You's 're freaks!" You and Siora blush hard at this implication. His deduction is correct, but he didn't need to be that crass about it. "Now's 'ere's the more 'mportant question, elf, is you's a virgin 'ere it matters?"

"What?" she snaps back, obviously not understanding what he's trying to infer.

"Is you's a virgin 'ere it matters?" he asks again in a much louder voice. "I ain't gonna use yer fuckstick, is you's a virgin in yer bitch'oles?"

Siora stares at him for a moment, trying to process his questions. "Y- yes, I am," she finally stammers.

"Aye, aye, good, good," Tav smiles. "Now is you's good fer anythin' but fuckin'?"

Siora is still in stunned silence, but you pipe up in response. "We- we both know magic," you stammer. "Our support magic can be very powerful, in the right situation." You hope convincing him you can be useful in other ways might help your situation.

"A'ight, I likes it. You's'll be useful." With that, Tav begins getting up from his cushion on the floor.