Kingdom Stance
There doesn't appear to be much challenge to this one, as his tongue is already hanging out past his dirty, unshaven jaw by the time you say, "Come here, you big, dirty beast. I've got a nice big present for you that I think you're going to like."
He obeys like the puppy he surely is, caught in your inescapable web of charm. He's a large man, but as such, all the more unfamiliar with the pleasant aromas and touch that come with a delicate, sensual creature such as yourself.
The despicable deed is thankfully over within less than a minute, and you leave his now napping, dirty carcass in the bathtub in which you seduced him. So much for your bath! You feel dirtier now than you did when you got in!
As you begin wiping off with a pristine white towel, you discover why - you actually are dirty! "That filthy beast," you snarl. It takes all the restraint you have not to boil his sleeping body in the tub. You take another towel to wipe off the rest of your body and are sure to use nearly all the perfumed oils in the room on yourself to make sure his stench (which you just then notice) doesn't follow you.
You get on your undergarments, corset, hose, and crimson velvet gown, making sure that the adventuring boots you tie up are carefully hidden in the folds of the gown. You then descend the stairs from the dignitary chambers into the main hall of the castle, which is now mostly empty except for one familiar-looking, blushing servant boy.
Now... what to do, what to do...
He obeys like the puppy he surely is, caught in your inescapable web of charm. He's a large man, but as such, all the more unfamiliar with the pleasant aromas and touch that come with a delicate, sensual creature such as yourself.
The despicable deed is thankfully over within less than a minute, and you leave his now napping, dirty carcass in the bathtub in which you seduced him. So much for your bath! You feel dirtier now than you did when you got in!
As you begin wiping off with a pristine white towel, you discover why - you actually are dirty! "That filthy beast," you snarl. It takes all the restraint you have not to boil his sleeping body in the tub. You take another towel to wipe off the rest of your body and are sure to use nearly all the perfumed oils in the room on yourself to make sure his stench (which you just then notice) doesn't follow you.
You get on your undergarments, corset, hose, and crimson velvet gown, making sure that the adventuring boots you tie up are carefully hidden in the folds of the gown. You then descend the stairs from the dignitary chambers into the main hall of the castle, which is now mostly empty except for one familiar-looking, blushing servant boy.
Now... what to do, what to do...