"Y-You…have qualified." Princess Mira stuttered, with her jaw-dropping way past its limit. It seemed each one of them had devilish looking maws, although the princess's was a bit less terrifying.
'I qualified?' Alistair thought, wondering what in the world these people were thinking.
'Is all this a game to them?' He pondered, but then, as long as he wasn't dragon food or dying by any other means, he had no care in the world.
"Where's the other guy?" Alistair asked, looking around for the man who showed some promise in this perverse event of theirs. But he was nowhere to be found.
"Are you looking for that other guy who got a nurse replacement?" The muscular mountain of a man asked from the side, to which Alistair nodded.
"Well, he couldn't stomach the pleasure from a threesome, and he would rather not die as a result. So he chose to be fed to the dragons." He said.
