You have an absolutely wonderful evening with Tiff and Clint.

Where Tiff is eager and exuberant, Clint is slow to warm up and ever so taciturn even when he gets hot and bothered. Both of them spoil you absolutely rotten until the night's activities wear the three of you down. Tiff has to take the lead, showing the inexperienced young man what to do and how to do it, holding his hand through every new experience. To you, though, the most delicious part comes from seeing the face of a man who glared at you with such hatred not a handful of hours ago flush with pleasure as you make him your woman.

"It's a good thing we didn't make a sandwich of him last night," you say once morning comes.

Tiff appears to have turned Clint into her doll. The young man doesn't seem to mind, sitting infront of a mirror with little expression beyond a slight happy curve to his lips and a bit of color in his cheeks as Tiff brushes his hair. Both are nude, and both make for a wonderful sight in the morning. Tiff turns her eyes to you, but doesn't stop dolling up the young man. "I mean, I swore my loyalty to you. Letting someone else in down there feels like it would be breaking that, and I'm no oathbreaker. Besides which, compared to you, he's a little... small..."

Is that a pout you see on Clint's face? If it is, it's the smallest ghost of a pout. Still, he's your mage now, so you feel the need to defend his honor. "He has nothing to be ashamed of there. Comparing his to mine is unfair, for he grew his himself while my lance is a gift from the Ravager whose sole purpose is to inflict humiliation, despair, and a hell of pleasure upon the enemies of the Empire."

As you take a seat behind Tiff and start brushing her hair, she says, "Well in my opinion it's more like heaven~"

"You're not an enemy of the Empire, my dear Tiffany~" you remind her. True, the difference between a 'hell of pleasure' and a 'heaven of pleasure' is how much the person wants to experience it, but that's neither here nor there. "Neither is dear Clint, not anymore. He's a loyal servant, and an asset to the Empire now. So is his virginity, so we need to make sure we protect it throughout our nightly activities."

Clint's head cocks to one side in confusion. His voice is flat and monotone as he says, "But I gave Mistress Saligia my virginity last night. It was nice."

"Yeah, I think that ship sailed," Tiff says with a chuckle. "You really got into it with him, Sally. I almost got jealous~"

"Well, I certainly made him my woman," you say, and both of them nod in agreement. "But what we got up to doesn't count for guys. Well, maybe it counts in some ways that matter, but for the purpose of magic rituals and powers? Our dear Clint hasn't put his magical staff to use on any maidens just yet... and if I have my way, he won't be using it on anyone until he's thirty at the very least."

Another small pout crosses Clint's face. "But that's six years from now, Mistress Saligia..."