Have But One Theory

"Can I join your harem?" Letitia asks me all of a sudden.

"WHAT?!!!" I let out. Nisha is surprised but turns to me with a smile, probably suggesting that I should accept that offer. "No!" I refuse as this was weird and unexpected.

"Why not?" Letitia asks with a hurt expression on her face.

"I don't have plans to create a harem!"

"But, dear," says Nisha. "you—"

"We talked about this, remember?" I remind her.

"Oh, right. . . Sorry."

"Is it because I'm ugly?" Letitia asks, tearing up.

"No, it's not that," I answer.

"It definitely is!" She covers her face and cries. "I understand, I don't even look like a woman, so it's no wonder!"

She doesn't look like a woman—she said. . . Well, those melons and cake tell the opposite.

*Shakes head*

What the hell am I thinking?

"I'm telling the truth, Letitia," I explain. "I already have Nisha and I'm satisfied with just her."