All of them sat at the dining table.
Joji found himself wedged against the Lady of the Swamp's immense breasts, and across from them Duchess Rosalind sat in the host's seat with a vein throbbing at her temple.
Daisy looked downcast, one hand clasping Joji's beneath the table as though afraid he might slip away if she let go.
Lena, meanwhile, had already grown absurdly fond of her new pair of knockers and kept fondling them with shameless delight, clearly enjoying every jiggle.
"So, Joji," Duchess Rosalind asked, her voice cool and edged, "what exactly is this relationship you have with the witch?"
"No one needed to ask him anything. I decided all this on my own," the Lady of the Swamp said, sounding almost proud of it.
"Mother, I don't want Joji to go. I want to stay with him," Daisy said, her voice soft with pleading.
"Do not worry," the Lady of the Swamp replied easily. "I'll share him with you."
