"Don't be rude, dahling" drawled the blonde elf. "If you're going to be a girl, it's important to be a good hostess." She gave James an appraising look. "You turned out a pretty cute gnome girl. Would you like to join us? Always room for one more."
"I like the way you think" murmured the tiefling, giving the elf a kiss. "How about it?" she addressed James.
James was stunned, but it was undeniable that both the elf and Monica were as Monica had put it, "hot." And as a gnome in a human-sized world, she was going to need allies among the big people. And, yeah, she was curious about what sex was going to be like as a female, particularly as a gnomish female.
But she had just been scorning Monica for her obsession with sex. Did she want to act the same way? And what was the sexual culture of gnomes anyway? Did they slut-shame, or frown on homosexuality or inter-species sex?
Monica flashed an alluring breast at the gnome girl, and James realized that if she was going to say no she would have to say it now, because her resistance was crumbling like the wall of a besieged fortress under an 18th-level dissolution spell.