Hers for the taking, to be correct. Hers by right.It was a world of huge, vacant blue eyes that looked up at her in awe. A world of giggling airheads ...ith incredible cow-tits. Girls who revered her, cringed in front of her. They pushed each other aside to have the privilege of kissing her boots, her legs, her ass.Lilah looked at herself.Her chest rose in excitement. The black rubber seemed to have been painted on her now tight and glowing body. It cupped her pointing titties, small and severe. I don’t even like having normal servants, never mind having ones with titles.Bann Alfstanna saved me from further discussion, and we drifted into talk about other subjects. I noted she was wearing a pant suit not terribly dissimilar to the ones I’d ordered in Denerim, which led to a discussion about being female and having a title – instead of being married to someone with a title. It wasn’t unheard of in Ferelden by any means, but that didn’t make it common – most nobles left their estates to. A super-hot chick walks into her church and says to the priest “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned”. The priest says “Tell me dear, what’s on your mind?” “Well Father, I am a sex addict, and lately I discovered that I like doing it with priests. I had sex with the one from the church two blocks from here, the one five blocks from here, and also the one from the church nearby”. The priest says “It’s okay, just pray three times a day for one week and it will all be okay”. As the girl tries to. ”What? What does that bloody mean! I went to rise and batter the smug bastard. The arms restraining me tightened again with a muttered hiss that strangely washed away my anger.“Yes Kasey. That’s what I said. In exchange for making my deepest desires come true, to be the woman I need to be I have agreed to become part of something amazing. There are Stables all around the world; the Aunties recruit likely subjects, present them to the Sponsors who then either reject or try to outbid each other.