Impressed with the discipline of the girls, shuffling away on the hard rice, I decide not to make them remain there too long. Instead, I step behind both remaining girls, looking at their bottoms. My hands briefly roam over the soft flesh, feeling the firmness and briefly parting their cheeks to view between, taking great pleasure in what I do. But then comes the last of the questions, to help guide my mind.<br/><br/>Three lashes fall across Lelika's rear, each leaving a painful welt. With each lash, there is another question.<br/><br/>"Is your skill with a blade sufficient to fell most mortal foes? Since being brought into our fold, have you accepted Loviatar's ways such that you invite pain and also wish to inflict it? And how comfortable are you with the touch of a woman?"<br/><br/>I wait, giving her time to answer the questions, before stepping up behind Mrella's upturned rounded bottom. Again, I deliver three lashes, and once more, with every stripe of pain there is a question.<br/><br/>"Where do you wish to go from here with your studies and dedication - what path do you wish to follow? Do your arcane spells aid in binding foes down so that the torture may be drawn out? And again, how would you feel, joining me in my bed?"<br/><br/>I then put the whip back in its place - I will know my decision based on the answers, and our own binding ceremony will happen in private, with our own implements.