“Erica!”, Elspeth called.
Another girl, who looked extremely worried to have been called on despite having raised her hand, walked forward at a slower pace than Amber. As her classmate had done before her, she stopped in front of Elspeth, nodded silently and bashfully.
Her hair was short and jet black, with small, undeveloped breasts that she made up for with a noticeably firm and pronounced rear end. James felt guilty for taking notice of this, but at the same time figured that he was owed something after having his favorite plaything get turned into a salad ingredient, even if only for a few seconds.
Besides, for some reason, his penis itched something fierce after having it turned back, and it took every bit of his willpower not to start scratching his shaft in front of all the girls.
“Now, Erica,” Elspeth asked. “Do you know what you’ll be doing?”
Erica modded meekly, which neither impressed Elspeth or reassured James. She stepped over to him, looking away from his crotch with her face turning crimson. Just as Amber had done, she raised her hand, and a bright light shone out.