Apron ---> Tiny Bedlah Bra

I've little to do but think, and there's nothing on my mind but the night I've just had. Exciting, raucous, fervent: It's certainly far more intimate an experience than I've ever had. Rather than merely dancing for others to view, I was an active participant. I'd never felt so important - so appealing -and so happy to be looked upon. Touched.

Ah, if only her highness were more interested in dance I could see her more often, without the silly apron she'd had me wear. If I were in my usual 'Tiny Bedlah Bra' I'm sure I could have put on a better show, as... distracted as I---

reel, the truth of my world and self evolving and cascading, shifting in myriad hues until ---

---I was, her highness wanted a private dance, so I gave her the best dance I could give. My usual fare, but her presence - her magic - she was quite distracting. And persuasive. Experimental, even. After James arrived, she asked if I could dance in bed as well as I could on my feet.

Naturally, I was willing to try.

I didn't last so long as her highness, but then neither did James: Her highness is simply a fiend when it comes to sex. Ah, but she makes it so much fun, I can't believe I avoided her for it. I can't believe any of the servants avoid her for it. After a night like that...

...Oh, if only I hadn't been left with this mess. And this mirror. I picked it up, trying to catch James' attention lest it best stolen by some erstwhile servant but... He was already gone they were in such a rush.

And then the magic, and the frozen time. It makes me antsy: I'm a woman who moves. This long, extended nothing is starting to get to me.

(buxom court-dancer, wavy light-green hair, tiny bedlah bra, see-through silks, surprised expression, medium breasts, hairband, stockings, modest skirt, standing in a castle bedroom)