Get ready quickly and start the celebrations.

Getting ready is easy with so many hands helping you. They bathe you in the tub, helping you clean all the juices that were covering your body from the passionate afternoon orgy. You now smell of essential oils and perfume. You are also dressed in a beautiful but scandalous dress that your father has had designed for this particular occasion. Not only is it an extravagant party but suitors from all over the kingdom have been invited to meet you and you are to choose a husband from amongst them by the end of the week. Of course you do not have a say in it, your father having already chosen a match for you that is to his liking and profit. But you will still be paraded in front of all the suitors and will have to entertain them for the week.

It is not uncommon for a suitor to test the goods. Each one of them will be bringing lavish gifts for you and your father, from trunks of gold and precious jewels and expensive gowns, to soldiers and horses and concubines. So even if they don't leave with your hand in marriage, they will at least expect their money's worth in return for their many gifts. The gown that they have dressed you in, is made of a beautiful red silk that caresses your skin. It has a plunging neckline, your ta tas dangerously about to burst and overflow the cups of the dress. The skirt of the dress is a high low fashion, the girls tell you it's of the latest fashion. Dancing or even sitting down in this outfit is going to be difficult with the long train in the back and the front of your dress coming to only an inch below your pussy lips. You also cannot wear any garters with this dress and your maids tell you that it is all the rage in The Capital to forgo stockings all together.

You feel really underdressed and uncomfortable with your legs on full display. They pin up your hair, the gown also has a low cut back which they suggest you to show, it feels like you only have a thin piece of fabric draped around your middle with everything else on display. Since the moment you enter the great hall where the party is being held, all eyes are on you. And why shouldn't they be, its your nameday, they are all here to see you and seeing you they are. You see that the hall is packed with young men and their families from different parts of the kingdom, and their eyes are roving over every part of your body, from your creamy thighs to your bouncy boobs, to your luscious lips. Some of the men are leering at you, some sporting hard-ons, you can feel the electricity in the room with all the guys are looking hungrily at you imagining all the dirty things that they would want to do to you. Even the ones who are probably the suitors fathers are giving you sleazy looks and smiles. All the attention is making you wet and without any panties and due to the shortness of the dress you are worried that someone might actually see your juices flow down your creamy thighs.