"What does the mistress desire?"

"Rad. Like the slave figures out what he wants is like not important. I can dig it."

"Like I can eat you any time, and I will. Nothin' cool about that. So you like go get me some bitch and like feed her to me while I like just lay here. That would be class."

You exit the room and head downstairs to recover your clothing. There you discover that the one thing worse than a room full of women laughing at your naked form is a room full of women who pay no attention whatsoever. You are a mere male in an organization run by the women for the women. You are just not worth noticing. An hour ago, your prancing around in the altogether would have been criminal. Now it doesn't even rate a glance. The girls continue talking as if you had never entered the room. Totally humiliating, even if a relief.

As you retrieve your clothing, you recall your valley girl just said you were to grab her a girl. She didn't say you could or could not take one of the women here. Speed is surely a virtue, but there may be a fuss about eating one of the members here.