Damien
Danielle smiled brightly and walked forward with graceful poise, carrying herself with elegance that made me stare at her beauty. She had the perfect physical traits of a noble consort — though, in truth, she was only suitable for the bed.
"I miss her pussy," Varak muttered crudely as Danielle approached.
"Shut up," I snapped under my breath.
"I welcome you all to this great gathering," Danielle announced, smiling at me. "Your Highness," she bowed. "I have prepared a side dish for you and the rest of the royals," she said, winking at me. "I call it 'The Sweetness,' but the real name of this meal is Duchess Potatoes," she declared and gestured to the attendants behind her. "This meal is best enjoyed with a smile, as it will take you to another world," she added playfully blowing kisses to the lords.
The lords exchanged crude comments that made me frown, wondering if she realized she was practically selling her body to pass.
