A minute with Ralphy McNeill

The annual StorCase dinner was on. I put on my StorCase uniform and was ready for the quest. As I approached my table, I ejaculated when I saw the three foxes I was to dine with. So I went to the bathroom and cleaned my pants.

Dinner is served. And thus I exchanged greetings with my table-members. "Diana Heer" she told me.

Diana Heer? I thaught to my self: Is she named after the wychalarn Dynaheir from Bauldur's Gate? The Rasheman who has been sent by the high Othlor in hopes of retreaving the prophecy from the Sword Coast?

Could this creature with whom I have been destined to dine with be fellow Bauldur fan? If I ask it could mean two things:
1.She says "Yes", and I inch closer to loesing my verginity.
2. She says "I beg your pordon?", and I reply "What will you be eating tonight?"

Lets just say it didnt go as well as the highschool party I attended. Gryffindor just lost 40 points. I forgot a key factor; Dynaheir is a Mage from the Cloakwood Mines and is highly incompatible with any Bard from the Eldoth regime.

Plus the neglected semen on my wrist alerted her.