Hill glanced at the Drow on the giant screen. Compared to the hourglass figures of the Church of Love and Beauty, so adored by the people of Toril, these dark-skinned young women—with their long limbs, slender waists, and full breasts—were much more to his taste. He figured most Undead probably felt the same.
The remaining few might indeed think the other kind were prettier, but that did not mean they could not appreciate the scenery before them... Hill felt that the Drow ladies standing at the front seemed determined to use every trick they had to outshine their neighbors, so they were dressed exceedingly provocatively... At least, Hill thought even bikinis covered more than this.
Perhaps because bikinis at least had triangles, while what they wore were merely narrow strips? They were long enough, but not wide enough... Especially those standing sideways, who looked almost naked, except for the tiny bits of coverage over their three critical points... So Hill was not at all surprised that the person streaming this kept changing angles. He had no desire to peep, but if someone openly showed him something, Hill had never been foolish enough to play the indifferent saint.
But he certainly would not be stupid enough to respond to Selûne's faintly sour remark... Selûne herself was not the voluptuous type. She... well... in certain respects, she was not even as endowed as the eldest, second, and third daughters standing beside those Drow matrons... She was simply very girlish.
His past life had taught Hill something very important: even when a female upperclassman from the civil engineering department asked whether another woman was beautiful, what she wanted was not actually an answer... Even if he could not shamelessly say that she was more beautiful, he should at least know to keep quiet.