Kingdom Stance
Duke Wellsley, using his tunic to protect his hand, grasps the metal ring begrudgingly but hurriedly and rushes from the boudoir. You are left alone once again, much to your chagrin. You've never been fully satisfied unless you were manipulating some brute beast or eloquent statesman of a man with your winsome ways and voluptuous good looks. It's a good thing you've mastered FireTaming, for you can make your metabolism burn at will, taking off an inch or two wherever you so desire... making you all the more pleasing to the eye.
You can hear the shouts and clashes of fire and steel outside from the battle that is now in full swing, but you hardly care. It would be a terrible shame to waste your delicate beauty on such a brutish, manly pursuit as war. You prefer to gaze on the gorgeous opaline and bronzed stained glass behind the feather bed than through the one clear pane beside the chamber's private garderobe.
You decide to get up and choose one of the lovely velvet gowns that the duke has purchased for you to wear when leaving today. The duke (who has also paid to have this chamber) is likely to be in a foul temper from henceforth anyway, and it's best you move on to better targets. Though the purple and golden velvet gowns each have their own particular charms, you cannot help but be drawn to the rich crimson of the last gown. It seems that the reds always bring out the fire in your auburn hair, making you that much more stunningly beautiful (at least from what you've been told).
You lay the gown across the bed, work your way out of your corset and lacy underthings, and have the now drop-jawed attending servant boy pour you a nice hot bath before ordering him to leave. And leave he does - with the largest smile on his face that he's ever likely to bear.
Mere moments after he is gone, a swarthy highwayman bursts through the door. "Damned servant boy... didn't lock the room!" you think to yourself. Supposing to find an emptied royal chamber ripe for the plucking, he is nonetheless looking quite pleased to have found your wet, naked form instead. This should be dealt with immediately.
What will you do?
You can hear the shouts and clashes of fire and steel outside from the battle that is now in full swing, but you hardly care. It would be a terrible shame to waste your delicate beauty on such a brutish, manly pursuit as war. You prefer to gaze on the gorgeous opaline and bronzed stained glass behind the feather bed than through the one clear pane beside the chamber's private garderobe.
You decide to get up and choose one of the lovely velvet gowns that the duke has purchased for you to wear when leaving today. The duke (who has also paid to have this chamber) is likely to be in a foul temper from henceforth anyway, and it's best you move on to better targets. Though the purple and golden velvet gowns each have their own particular charms, you cannot help but be drawn to the rich crimson of the last gown. It seems that the reds always bring out the fire in your auburn hair, making you that much more stunningly beautiful (at least from what you've been told).
You lay the gown across the bed, work your way out of your corset and lacy underthings, and have the now drop-jawed attending servant boy pour you a nice hot bath before ordering him to leave. And leave he does - with the largest smile on his face that he's ever likely to bear.
Mere moments after he is gone, a swarthy highwayman bursts through the door. "Damned servant boy... didn't lock the room!" you think to yourself. Supposing to find an emptied royal chamber ripe for the plucking, he is nonetheless looking quite pleased to have found your wet, naked form instead. This should be dealt with immediately.
What will you do?