The girls laugh.

The Knight was, indeed, truly a sight to be seen. Powerful arms, a virile face, astride a warhorse, towering over the pool. He also was irradiating pride and the obvious conviction girls would fight each other for him.

The naiads found him sexy and hilarious in equal parts, and laughed at him. He smiled back and laughed back.

"Care if I join you ladies? Don't worry, my sword will stay sheated until you ask for it!" he gripped his crotch in a suggestive manner.

The girls laughed and one of them, seated atop a fine rock and bathing her dainty feet in the current, signalled the others for silence.

"You seem to be very fond of yourself, big boy. You're in luck. We naiads are celebrating the most holy rite of spring, and your presence will allow us to cast the spell of fertility over the Evergreen Woods. I truly hope you're ready for all of us, and not just a boisterous boy!"

Macius couldn't believe his luck. What were the odds? His friends talked of old hags and bonfires, sometimes of naked, horrifyingly wrinkled witches cavorting under the moon. Never had he ever heard of gorgeous naiads inviting one of them for a holy orgy. Well, maybe his friends weren't quite up to the task, after all. The Lady helps those who help themselves, and he definitely intended to help himself to each and every one of the beauties present.