Modest Skirt ---> Revealing Slutty Frilly Clothes

I daydream, imagining I wore some other outfit to her Highness' quarters. Perhaps instead of this 'skirt,' something more revealing? Slutty, even. Perhaps with frills? I have--

--little enough on as it is, but her highness is a woman of many tastes, and had my skirt - already short - cut to expose my womanhood before we began. I didn't mind, somehow. It was exciting, seeing my liege-lady desire my body so. A sort of hazy overcame me as she worked, making the modifications herself as I stood, stock-still.

Why, I thought she might set her hands aside and reach in closer... but then James, and his magnificent manhood, and the following night. Ah~ if only I could go back to a few hours before and experience it over again, instead of stand here and stew in her Highness' magic, caught by this damnable mirror.

If only I could be free, to give another performance. I didn't last very long once the real show began last night. I'm certain I could do better now though! A dancer is nothing without practice, and a dance is nothing without dedication.

I will escape. I will! And I'll give the most lurid, most exciting dance I ever have to celebrate!

...Definitely. Surely...

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

[AN: Yatta! I caught up! . . . to the non-doubled changes. A change or two of my own that I've cooked up, then I'll set about the backlog of double-chapters during my next post session.]