Move on from courtship style

"That'll just about do it, and thank Geod that business is behind us. I want to talk about the squireship one more time before you’re thrown into the deep waters, Lavender.” The man stood up, sorting through the papers on his desk as he spoke. “This is a duty, yes, one shared between you and the saintesses, but it is not meant to be an unpleasant one. As such, there are elements of courtship; it's not just a polite way of saying sex. You’ll be spending a lot of time with each other, so it’s important to respect a proper pace, tend to their wants and needs, and foster a relationship, whatever shape that may take. The women may not warm up to you all at once, and similarly, you may not feel inclined to give them your seed upon your first meeting. All of that is right and fine in the eyes of Geod. Make each other happy, as a married couple would, and things will go smoothly.”

You weren’t sure what to make of that advice. It seemed strange, coming from Fortner of all people– he never seemed to leave the base. You privately wondered what his domestic life must be like. There couldn’t be much time for his wife, so perhaps he was just speaking from his experience training other squires.

“You could also likely do with a primer before you meet the girls. They’ll have information on you, even intimate details, so it’s only proper that you do the same. You'll have the time you need to take the measure of one another, but still, the kingdom doesn’t want you all pussyfooting around like strangers. I've brought with me documents on the saintesses that you’ll be traveling with. You can carry them with you, but if you have any questions, now’s the time to ask them." The recruit commander dumped a small stack of papers in front of you, like dossiers, including descriptions of the women, both in text and in artists' depictions.

You raised an eyebrow, feeling confused here at this late juncture. There appeared to be six pages. Certainly you were not meant to serve all of them at once? You’d always been clear on the understanding that a squire serves multiple saintesses, but you'd always pictured serving them in rotation, or perhaps, boldly, a threesome. This was beginning to sound like a crowded camp– and an odd one for encouraging intimacy.

"Missed that day of class, eh? It goes like this: while the saintesses are few in number, you squires are even fewer. If we put one on each saintess, or two, or even put you on rotation between a handful, t'wouldn't be enough to go around. It is best that you have the potential to satisfy a large pool of them. So yes, the average squire travels in a party of saintesses and attends to three or more at a time. Six is rather a lot, but I see the potential in you to handle such a task."

You wondered if you had what it took to take care of all of them, but tried not to let that doubt show on your face. For now, you'd take stock of your party-mates.

"You'll find written in there everything from their skills, to history, to intimate notes they’ve seen fit to provide. Read them close and careful, Squire Lavender. This is a big commitment you're getting yourself into. Commit to memory all the important details."