Realizing that you haven't doomed the town to disaster, necessarily, and recalling your original goal with this whole potion plan was to get laid, you strip off your robes, set them aside, and just kinda dive right into the writhing pile of nymphs... and find yourself victim to a lot of slaps to the face and kicks to the groin as the nymphs are all quite decidedly more into each other than they are into you. It did make sense, if they were mostly male guards and you forgot to specify anything about the resulting nymphs being interested in men. That should be easy enough of a thing to fix though, you just needed the chronoviac again. Which you had with you... in your robes.
Your robes which a trio of nymphs seemed to be spreading out to use as a blanket. And now one of them was reaching into the sleeves to find what was so lumpy, and... you suddenly felt very different. Downright giddy you were, and light-headed. There were just so many other nymphs around to frolic with, and you just rushed over towards the three in front of you who were all two happy to slip a few fingers up inside you and fondle your breasts as you returned the favor. Better still, all those horrible horrible piled stones humans had come along and ruined the view with were suddenly turning into nice new groves of trees, with even more lovely nymphs rushing out from within to join the orgy!