"Oy Larua, why are you going around kissing someone else's wife?"
"Shut up Renacida, she has neither a necklace nor a brand. Fregit does not belong to you."
"Look here you fuckers, I am the one she likes. Get a clue you fucking nitwits."
When Fregit saw how the men she claimed in jest started to return her advances she got slack-jawed. What the hell happened why are they suddenly coming on to her? She felt like the female main character in the smut books she read.
Depending on how she handled it the men may kill each other for her hand or live in harmony sharing her. In confusion, she looked towards the bastard she knew had something to do with it. Only to find the man trying to contain his laughter under control.
