Price of Feathers

*This is not the next chapter but instead a different part of the story*

I failed to see how any person could be as petrified and excited I was at that moment. Two goddesses were both charged with persuading me to join their teams by whichever means necessary. 

The prospect of their persuasion strategies involving less than moral methods was undeniably titillating. For a moment. A moment that shouldn't have lasted as long as it did. I was a taken woman. I had Sage. Sage. The love of my life and keeper of my heart. Sage, the girl who was the only motivation for my escape from this strange and scary place. Yet, the moment still occurred and these devilishly beautiful women had inspired it but when faced with the prospect, even a theoretical prospect, of enjoying two of the most stunning if not the most stunning woman in what I  hoped was Earth, can a red-blooded lesbian truly be blamed for a momentary lapse in judgement.