The young, inexperienced teen princess sits atop her throne, her delicate hands gently kneading the fabric of her elaborate gown. Suddenly, a dashing prince, playfully removing his cloak, saunters towards her, his eyes filled with lustful desire. He kneels before her, causing the soft fabric of his tunic to brush against his firm thighs.
"Your Highness, I have come to offer you an escape from this lonely life," he whispers seductively.
The innocent princess blushes as she looks down at the handsome prince. She hesitates for a moment before she slowly unclasps the top of her corset, revealing her supple, olive-toned skin.
"What's the matter, Prince Charming? Are you afraid to get your hands dirty?" she te Are you afraid to get your hands dirty?" she teased, smirking at his reluctance to touch anything remotely messy.
