<span style="color: #a64dff">"Yep, it's all your fault for turning me into such a deviant. I was a pure and innocent little priestess until you came along and turned me into a Troll in heat."</span>She stuck her tongue out at Order and continued painting.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "Five hundred? No, no. Of course not. I was just thinking, you know, an entire village or something and being the Matriarch who lovingly fucked and caressed every single one of them. Like... two hundred, tops. Before I started getting them pregnant."</span>She grinned teasingly and shook her head.<span style="color: #a64dff">"I'm not even sure where I'd find more harpies. I know where they live but I don't know what kind I'd even want, I'm sure every region has different harpies and they're all very different from each other."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>