'The breeding ritual exists for the sake of our entire race. As you could already guess, we are all women. We've been an endangered species since the dawn of time. We've encountered many situations where we've nearly become extinct.
All hope was lost, until men from another world started to pop up into ours. And thus, the breeding ritual was founded and had lived on for a thousand years.
Unfortunately for you, and fortunately for us, your pedigree will give rise to the next generation of dark nymphs.
And don't you dare think of trying anything funny because, your survival depends on this.' The words of princess Mira played out in Alistair's mind as he stood in a dimly lit room, staring at nearly nude visions of beauty bound to a marble wall by shackles.
