She shivered again. "Who..", she swallows hard, "who would have me? Who can I choose to be the mate of, if I have a choice in the matter." Mosr softly, "Would I be expected to bear children?" Megan looked around the room again, from beneath the veil of her hair. The goblin would not make a good mate. To ugly and low on the ranking to be able to defend his 'mate'. The orc, maybe, or the troll. That thought made her shudder again. The troll would be a good mate too choose, but he was so tall! Nine feet or more, and she was barely five feet. His cock could be as long as her arm and as thick as her arm. She hoped he wasn't that large, since any larger would tear and hurt her badly.