Kaze smiled and stared into her crystal blue eyes. "I have two questions.
Is my [harem den] unscrupulous and degrading? And do you like that?"
Her eyes widened in surprise when she heard both questions.
"I suppose I'd enjoy going there, either way, today. Now wouldn't I?" She giggled in genuine delight, "Please, playboy. I formally request you take me to your harem den."
He chuckled breathlessly and then reached down with ghostly speed.
"Ekkkk!" Evalyn screeched, looking down and finding herself four feet off the ground—in a princess carry.
She blushed furiously, dry-swallowed, and scanned the area, praying Marilyn and the jesters weren't watching.
When she confirmed they weren't there, she looked up at Kaze, slowly walking to the room with a loving smile. She loved feeling feminine; she was living out her fantasy.
When they got to the door, Kaze flicked his hand, creating a wall of warping space, and walked in.
