An old Friend!

About a year or two ago, the Royal Trio-- Daisy, Peach and Rosalina-- Took a little girl's trip together! An excuse to get away from the sand, mushrooms and... Whatever cosmic mundanity Rosa dealt with on a regular basis. They opted for a setting that was completely foreign to all of them...

The big city!

It was a great trip! Sightseeing, and music, and partying and lavish hotels! Peach must've shopped at every boutique and clothing store in sight. Rosalina was positively enamored with the people, the history, the architecture of their humble little planet! And Daisy...

Daisy didn't remember much. Which, for a party girl like herself, is a sign that she had fun. But she did have one distinct memory.

Following far too many drinks, Daisy had wandered off from the group, and found herself staggering along the city streets. That was problematic enough, but worse than that-- She'd somehow lost her sexy little outfit along the way! Everything! She'd wandered down the street, her bare body in plain view, without so much as a pair of shoes to her name.

To this day, she had no idea where her clothes ended up.

It was... Bad. Even she had to admit that. A princess, arrested for indecent exposure? Yeah, that's not good. And that's assuming she'd run into the police, rather than some creeps that would take advantage of a drunken jaybird! But as luck would have it, Daisy instead met a friend that night.

A friend that was now standing in her kitchen.

"I didn't expect to meet you again like this... Though, I certainly hoped." She hummed, stepping forward.

She wasn't a royal, yet she was more regal than Daisy could be on her best day. Long, dark brown hair, contrasted her bright blue eyes, while her cherry red lips matched her predominantly red outfit.

She was dressed sharp-- Red and black hat, red business suit. But the way her large, cream-colored cleavage spilled over her strained top, kept her from coming across as too formal. Her heels clicked, eyes obviously taking in the sight before her. She radiated a confidence that made the Tomboy shiver.

"You just can't keep your clothes on, can you, princess?" Pauline, the bombshell mayor of New Donk City, teased. She stepped over, bringing a napkin to gently clean the spilled energy drink on Daisy's naked, freckled chest.

Daisy, to her credit, tried to seem cool! She leaned against the counter, flashing a nervous, gap-toothed smile.

"Hey, I'm not in City Hall with my pussy out this time. You're in my house! My kingdom! Maybe this is how I like to dress.... Maybe this is basic fashion in Sarasaland!"

"Oh, is it? How exotic..." Pauline gave her a sly smile. "Clearly, I have a lot to learn about your kingdom. Good thing I have you to show me the ropes, hm?"