“So, which one is your favorite?” “My favorite what?” “Mate, obviously.” I choked on my saliva and coughed embarrassingly loud. “I don't have a favorite.” “Which one is the best endowed? I quite like the green one, but I haven't seen them without their trousers on,” she mused. “Endowed?” I stuttered. “How have you seen any of them?” “Yes, endowed. You're not still clinging onto your maidenhood, are you? With such fine specimens at your disposal. Even with their unnaturally small noses, I wouldn't kick them out of bed.”