A Would-Be Slut

The first thing Aurora did was to secure a padded bustier! She was desperately relieved, and wanted to cry, having bee reduced to these before her emerald, but was curious also.

"Why am I dressed like this?", she asked as she put on a low cut, well worn gown that looked more appropriate for a brothel than a castle, showing off her stubby legs, now barely perched upon too high heels.

"Because they will not let CHILDREN in! We can not have you looking like a little girl!"

Aurora blushed and looked at her single sleeve, rubbing a frayed patch, "But why-"

The laundress cut her off, knowing, angrily even, "Do you WANT them to know you're the wealthy Aurora?! THE REAL AURORA, the big-time fraud?!"

"n-no", Aurora stammered and looked down at the still wet and suddy cobbled-stone.

"Then let's go!"

Taking her by the hand she yanked her out the door as the last of the bathwater gargled down the drain.