"So... so what do you mean vampires aren't evil?"
"They're no more evil than a virus is evil. Or a forest forest. Or a swarm of locusts. They're a curse animating a soulless corpse to feed and multiply. They can't be anything other than what they are. Therefore, they're incapable of making a moral choice to be considered good or evil! We can't regret our choices, but we still HAVE a choice, that's what makes the slavers actually evil."
"And before you say something you WON'T regret to someone here. Lycanthrops are people with a DISEASE that they have control over and take great pains to protect their loved ones from the mindless wild animal they become three nights a month. A beastfolk is a humanoid animal that is either a mutated human, or the descendant of mutated humans, there is no uplifting Fluffy the Cat to sapience and two legs that way dear, (it's why there's a whole legal code dealing with familiars since their sapience is tied to the life of their mage). And finally, skin-changers are people who have the superpower to shape-shift from a a human looking form, to either an animal form, or something in between (they're great at furry conventions) AS THEY PLEASE, and can't pass on their ability to transform to other humans. And they get upset if you mix-up what to call them!"
Truth be told, you were just looking for an excuse to delay things with Jem. Even if the human looking form you had was just an farce, you really, really, REALLY didn't feel comfortable having sex for the sake of having sex. Maybe it was your human cultural values still lingering, but you didn't consider your body or someone else's body just a tool for pleasure. But Jem had warned you that any 'yes' or 'no' you gave was for good. You would NOT be able to psychologically comprehend going back on it later. You had effectively given up that chaoticness that made humans so human... but as Jem pointed out, there was nothing truly human about you anymore.
"You!" You turned to see, but saw no one. "Yes you! You miss! Please!" You looked down at the source of the voice. "Madam! Please! Tell me your name! My name's Davy Storms! You are the most beautiful and perfect being I've seen in my life!"
It was a goblin.
You remember reading the news reports about them. Goblins had half the lifespan of humans. Meaning many didn't live passed what was middle age for a human being. In other words, they had no choice but to live in the moment. They also mean many goblin alchemist lines had come up with the scheme to transform humans into goblins, taking all those years dedicated to knowledge and learning with them... To make sure the new goblins served the goblin cause, these transformation included magical indoctrination to make them obedient and fanatical to serving the Goblin King/Queen (whichever the current Monarchy happened to be), adding more former-humans to their numbers, and increasing the ever precious wealth to add more to the coffers of the goblin royal vault/throneroom/bedroom (same thing really).
This had led to a rivalry with the kobolds, the fanatical server race of the dragons... who, thanks to the ending of the veil, it was revealed the CEOs of several of the world's biggest, and most ruthless, corporations were in fact dragons who had inherited their wealth and power to themselves for well over a century or more. And had even taken the best corporate sycophants, and turned them into part of their particular kobold server clan... the only real difference in their behavior was them being sincere when they spewed endless praise on their boss' greatness.
But where the dragons only converted people who were already sycophants and stripped away any pretense, the goblins indoctrination curse was the only thing keeping the majority of their transformed goblins loyal and obedient. Any like anything mass produced and repeatedly used, defects would inevitably appear... former human goblins who retained their original sense of self. And given the short lift span of goblins, this had resulted in these former human goblins to reproduce... effectively resulting in two tribes of goblins... with the former fanatically determined to exterminate the latter for not being blindly obedient to the goblin monarchy. And the former fighting to destroy the former in both self defense and to protect further humans from being kidnapped and brainwashed.
You heard even humans who resisted the indoctrination were left with no sense of modesty and a 'gold lust', and this guy fit this description. He wore a silver earring (a short hand identifier for not serving the goblin black market, who wore gold, leaving them in a constant state of 'gold lust') and his wallet, a neck pouch, and keys around his neck and nothing else, leaving his green skinned body for all to see. In spite of being short, he was built like a body-builder, and his manhood was on clear display and a lot bigger than you thought it'd be.
"You... You can call me 'Brianna', it's as good a name as any I guess." Even if 'Brianna' to you felt like an alias now. "It's, nice to meet you Davy."
Davy reached into the pouch around his neck, and took out a silver diamond. "Brianna. Will you marry me? I have a steady income. I can support a family. I own a home with the morgage. I give my word to be faithful. I'm in good standing with the law. And I promise to respect your opinions."
Well... that was a loophole you didn't expect to fall your way to follow your boss' instructions and take the only honorable path open to you. Guess the trauma of realizing your life was cut in half would leave some people to be that desperate to propose to the first lady you saw.