"Very well." Greta began "Do you, young man, publicly admit that you have been impersonating Prince Eodor?"
"Uh, y-y-yes." Jeffrey stuttered, terrified.
"Very well." stated the goddess. "He will not be harmed."
"Now wait a minute here." began an old man with white hair. "I'm King Tehor, Eodor's father, and this fraud will indeed be punished!"
Greta interrupted. "Silence, male." she decreed in a voice that would freeze mercury. Tehor shut up.
Jean spoke to Dana. "So you actually care for him?"
Dana answered. "So what if I do?"
Jean smiled. "So the big bad demoness has a soft streak."
"I wonder what Astara thinks about that." Greta chimed in.
"None of your gods-damned business." Dana replied.
Jean was sending a mental message to Greta. "We need to get out of here and get back to the palace or I'm going to start ripping your clothes off right now. You know how hot I get when you act like this."
Greta answered back, also mentally. "You think you're hot? Just give me half a minute to wrap this up."
She addressed Dana. "Take him with you then, and I hope you're very happy together."
Everybody in the room was feeling sexier, feeding off the energy the goddesses were exuding. Hands were discreetly reaching to grasp breasts, buttocks and genitalia with surpisingly little regard for gender. A bespectacled maiden tentatively approached Miggs, who had edged away from the goddesses. "Thank you for the feather." she blushed shyly. "You are so beautiful. Can I see you tonight?"
"Very well." Dana answered Greta, and pulled a stunned Jeffrey through the gate she had opened to the World of Chaos.
The goddesses disappeared immediately thereafter.
"So" said King Tehor, trying to regain his authority "Can anyone tell me where my son is?"
Miggs pulled away from the tight embrace she was sharing with the maiden. "Uh, sorry." she said "I don't know what came over me. I can tell you where your son is."