A firm hand came down on Freya's shoulder, shaking her out of her bout of melancholy. "Hey now, don't go getting all gloomy on us," she said, with a smile. "This isn't the place for brooding over the past, it's where you go to revel in the present. So, what brings the two of you into the land of the fey lords? Business, or... pleasure?" Standing next to Freya, as she was, Elizabeth's manhood came up to almost perfect eye-level with the centaur, and she tensed herself a bit to make it bob slightly at the word 'pleasure'.