"...Are you not going to watch on the side?"
"I have the breast seat in the house, what are you talking about?"
"What…?"
"I guess that doesn't really translate in your language."
Lucian once again finds himself in the middle of the Moon Elves' plaza. This time, however, he was not inside a cage, but rather in between Makena's breasts with his head poking out – what can he say? It was very comfortable – not for Makena, however.
"I, Mwara, challenge the Queen for the right to lead the Moon Elves and serve Nyuru!"
Mwara once again covered her face with her hands; she was barely able to do so as her gigantic breasts prevented her arms and elbows from sticking to each other. If their bandeau were not made with some sort of elastic material, her breasts would have definitely already popped out.
Are the Moon Elves about to experience freedom?