"Chosen?" Viloet repeated with a whine, "That's... Of all the things to be chosen for!"<br/><br/>She looked off to the side with a shrug, "So you're telling me..." The halfling began, returning her gaze back to the maid, "...that I have magic breasts?"<br/><br/>Gritting her teeth, Viloet put her palm up to her forehead to massage it as she whined, "Uhhhh, what does 'she' want? If she DID choose me, what for? I mean... are you sure? Cause I've been led to believe that<em>these</em>...' She nodded down to her breasts, "have 'held sway' over alot of people, sexy magic or no."<br/><br/>No... that was probably too much to hope. There was more than enough evidence to at least make Grishka's theory credible, at the least.<br/><br/>"Oh Gods. It's always one thing after the other, isn't it?" the woman said with a soft ironic chuckle, "If it's not accidentily confusing that potion with a potent aphrodesiac or being forced to disguise myself as a goblin among a tribe of<strong>very </strong>hormonal<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">and stupid</span>orcs... it's- it's..." She was clearly lacking the words to properly enunciate her displeasure, "-some hyper-libido'ed.. sexy goddess 'choosing' me for whatever perverted reason!"<br/><br/>"Alright. I quit." She remarked dead-pan, "I was prepared to deal with whatever Terrance was going to do, but I can't sleep at night knowing that there are a, uh, bunch of a naked women chanting ritualistically about me day and night while my employer's mil- Oh, bah I can't even say that now, can I?"<br/><br/>"No, no, no, no, this is just... too weird." Viloet declared, waving her hands objectionally infront of her face, "...even for<em> me</em>."