Add: Princess' Loyal Witch-Whore

This is infuriating. I can't even express how infuriating it is, because the infuriating thing is that I cannot express. I have simply been stuck here, stewing in the her whoreness' musk, contemplating my reflection for... I do not know. Why was I even here? Does she think me '(her)' little 'Loyal Witch-Whore' -

magic warps and whips around and into and through and

-- I cannot wait to master this device. It will make achieving my lady's ambitions so very easy if I can harness its latent powers in a more... controlled fashion. Something feels strange about this thought: Nearly so strange I might have swooned, were I so graceless. And allowed to move. But what about it is so strange?

Certainly, m'lady is a shameless whore bent on seducing her way into a life of hedonism and depravity, free of responsibility, but I've always... considered that to be a worthwhile goal? We're both whores, after all, are we not? And what's wrong with that? If one were to ask me, I'd say most women should at least try it. You get to lay with someone, have your wicked way with them, and they even pay you for it!

But no, most women are too stuck-up, prudish, and prideful to admit how much easier it is.

But with this tool...? Her highness and I could change anyone's mind about it. Won't that just be delightful? It almost makes this long wait worth it, for the chance to examine its workings so... intimately.

(princess' loyal witch-whore, dominatrix, long straight shiny purple hair, apron, loyal witch's attire, evil expression, medium breasts, hairband, stockings, modest skirt, standing in a castle bedroom)