“On the one hand,” she says slowly, trying to explain it more to herself than to you. “Agni isn’t actually my great-grandma. It’s something like eighteen or nineteen generations between us, not just four. But even still, no, I do not want to have sex with my mom’s mom’s mom. And now that she’s young again, the resemblance between us is pretty surreal, even I have to admit.”
She shrugs her shoulders and tilts her head to the other side. “But on the other, I <b>could</b> fuck the legendary phoenix. Go to somewhere else in the world, where nobody knows me or Agni, and say ‘the mythical undying fire-throwing harpy? Yeah, I fucked her.’ And yeah, I’ll say it: she’s hot as sin. I know that because <b>I’m</b> hot as sin,” she laughs. “It’s narcissistic as hell, but, shit,” she continues, slapping her own left thigh, “I wouldn’t mind having thighs like these wrapped around my face from time to time.”
She remains silent for a moment longer. You keep your mouth shut: anything you say could make her lose her nerve. Besides, she’s doing a perfectly fine job convincing herself.
“Fuck it,” she says eventually. “Great – or, Agni, she’s a legend among our people. How often would I have the chance to have a piece of that?”
So, if the opportunity arose…?
“Yeah, I would,” she answers without hesitation, having finally convinced herself. “Although it’d be easier if I got a bit of beer into me, first. And it’s not going to be as simple as going up to her and making a pass. But if, oh, I dunno,” she smirks, nudging you in the shoulder again, “if a mutual third party that we both happen to be interested in happened to broach the subject with her, well… like I said, mating between harpies can get competitive. If we both liked that ‘third party,’” she continues, winking and nudging you some more, “that’d take some of the edge off the issue, I’d think.”
