"Princess, if all these gems somehow explode and I lose my manhood, will you divorce Orion to marry me instead? I can't live on as an impotent man… no woman will want to marry me!" Ralph whined piteously as Soleia handed him yet another piece of crystal to stuff into his pants as if he were a walking trunk.
The pockets of his coat and pants were bulging, stuffed fuller than a Yuletide turkey, but Princess Soleia was nothing but determined to make the most out of him. And he couldn't even complain much, because Princess Soleia had already stuffed her own dress with the jewels, despite the negative effect they had on her well-being.
Thankfully, there was at least enough selenite to help her feel well enough that she could at least walk on her own. She made sure to keep them as far away as possible from the other precious stones― just in case they reacted.
