In the heart of the Requiem world, a distant realm, a colossal skyscraper fashioned from resolute granite pierced the heavens, its form resembling a reaching palm brushing the ethereal white clouds above. Within a five-hundred-mile radius, not a single soul wandered near this towering edifice. At the base of the structure, a magnificent river flowed gracefully through the valley, its tranquil waters a stark contrast to the solemnity that enveloped the surroundings.
An expansive forest, adorned with towering trees, and lush foliage, enveloped the structure from all angles. The river, winding serenely like a colossal serpent, was the sole pristine passageway between the Dusk Blue Superstructure and the outside world.
Inside a cavernous hall within the structure, eleven thrones of pristine white marble hovered weightlessly in the air, each positioned at varying elevations. The first throne, the highest, occupied a place of honor, while the remaining ten were scattered below. Eight of these thrones were currently claid, and they were not occupied by just anyone; they were held by four won and four n, all of dwarf stature.
With rapt attention, they observed video footage of two figures, Damien and Alexander, entering a spatial portal suspended in mid-air.
"Ah, so this giant is the newcor, Alexander," intoned Jagoi, perched upon the Fifth throne.
The four ladies couldn't help but blush as they admired Damien's composed and sophisticated countenance. Pickrum, seated on the 8th Throne, boldly declared, "Sisters, restrain your desires. This young man belongs to ."
"Hmph, you're deluding yourself," Ruthella, ranked eleventh, retorted with a disdainful snort.
Laughter echoed in the hall as Rashmimita, the ninth in rank, chid in, "Hahaha, these two muscular ladies. I'm sorry, but you both need to abandon your fantasies. A man of this caliber deserves a lady of stature."
"You small boobies!" Both Pickrum and Ruthella exclaid with indignation. "Cease your prattle, you modestly endowed pair!"
Rashmimita responded with an impertinent sneer, delicately squeezing her dium-sized bosom from both sides. She retorted, "Who dares to suggest that my breasts are lacking? In truth, their proportions are flawless, proudly perky. When they balloon to excessive dinsions, much like yours, they tend to droop and sway, reminiscent of the careless looseness often associated with immodest individuals."
"Enough with your bickering, you two," scolded Olivia Quinelly, the third in rank, in a refined tone. "Our three esteed brothers are silently mocking us. Pickrum and Ruthella, have you forgotten our prohibition against romantic entanglents among us?"
Ruthella averted her gaze, while Pickrum whispered, "That rule applies only within the confines of our headquarters."
Olivia corrected her gently, "We are within the headquarters now."
She then turned to Rashmimita, who had turned away in displeasure, and added, "And you, Rashmimita, do not fret. Size is inconsequential."
Hearing her words, the other three n in the hall couldn't contain their laughter, except for Luther, the Second in Rank. Rashmimita glared at each of them, silencing their mirth instantly. She huffed, seemingly disappointed with Olivia, who was held in high regard by all present.
"Oh, dear Rashmi, please understand . I'm complinting you. In terms of size, we're almost in the sa league, unlike those amply endowed individuals," Olivia remarked candidly, inadvertently eliciting another bout of hysterical laughter from the three n. She turned to them and added, "Gentlen, let's be candid here. I've had my fair share of experiences, and I can confidently say that size matters in a way completely unrelated to our bust size. What do you say, brother Jagoi?"
"You're absolutely right," Jagoi responded confidently, winking playfully at the beautiful lady. However, his confidence took an unexpected turn as he felt her eyes discreetly assessing his nether regions.
"Hmm, about three and a quarter inches. So, that's where your confidence cos from," Olivia teased Adam impishly. The other two n joined in with jeers, realizing that she had discreetly checked their dinsions as well. "Oh my goodness, please forgive my impudence, but the largest among you asures just four inches. So, sister Rashmi, can I still say that size doesn't matter?"
Rashmimita decided to match Olivia's boldness and declared, "I can't speak for you, second big sis, but size definitely matters to . I don't consider engaging with anyone who falls short of seven inches, whether they're flaccid or not."
"Seven inches? That's minuscule!" Pickrum and Ruthella chid in unison, though inwardly, they were rely poking fun at the n.
The three n, their faces turning various shades of green, couldn't help but sneer inwardly, thinking, "What a brazen discussion." As dwarves themselves, they knew the slim chances of finding n exceeding those dinsions. The virgin ladies' candid discourse on n's intimate proportions left them mildly amused.
Olivia shifted her gaze towards the last man seated on the 2nd throne, who had been closing his eyes throughout the exchange and looked down inquisitively. Sensing her intense scrutiny, Luther cleared his throat twice, prompting the lady to shyly avert her gaze. A subtle smile crept across her face, an observation that did not escape the watchful eyes of the other won. They leaned in closer, curiosity piqued. Rashmimita whispered in her ear, "Second Sis, you must share. We have a Sister pact."
The ladies exchanged hushed words amongst themselves until Olivia abruptly shifted her tone, completely departing from her earlier playful deanor. "They have arrived. Return to your designated positions," she reminded them in a stern tone.
All eight mbers turned their attention to the virtual 3-D image suspended in the air, witnessing Alexander's warning and the ensuing conversation. Silence reigned as they each ford their initial judgnts about the newcor. Their collective sentint leaned toward skepticism.
"Too weak," Jagoi opined, a sentint echoed by the other two n, Rogger, and Drax, who also shook their heads in disapproval.
Rashmimita, Pickrum, and Ruthella shared in the disappointnt. "What a letdown! This young man won't make the cut," they lanted.
While Luther remained in ditative silence, his lack of comnt suggesting a lack of enthusiasm, Olivia harbored a contrary opinion that she kept to herself. "With this level of strength, he could dispatch a Juvenile Shadow Fiend in the blink of an eye. Intriguing! I'm eager to get to know you better, Mister Damien Darhk," she murmured softly, her interest piqued.
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