Ezra
We got out of the pool and Allen held me all the way as we walked back to the room. He clapped his hands, and immediately a few elf attendants walked in. Each of them held large trays.
"What's going on?" I asked, turning my head to face him.
"I told you before. You'll need a lot of food for what we're about to do, and I mean a lot of food. Don't worry about getting fat too. Due to the impact of my pheromones, you'll not be able to get fat. Do you understand now? If I take you while you're still like this, you'll not be able to handle it. My pheromones need something to feast on and I don't want it to be too much for you."
The attendants dropped the trays and walked out of the room.
Allen disappeared into the closet and came out with a fancy looking nightwear.
"What are those?" I asked him, curiously eyeing the material he held.
"I think you'll look nice in them. I made it for you," he said with a sheepish expression on his face.
