Chapter 30
by 
Ai-R
What's next?
Apron → Royal Sex-Symbol's Gilded Bustier
I focus and probe at the magic holding my mind in place. How do you work? What do you do? Show me, and--
-- I blink, feeling disoriented. The magic did something, I know it, but I can't quite discern what it was.
I grow impatient. Hopefully dear Artram has that silly girl dragged back her by the ear before too long. To think she'd ride such a fine specimen before presenting to me, and then dare keep him secret... out of concern of all things? Were she just being selfish as a woman ought, I would understand, but no. The girl 'has a heart' and refuses to steel herself to treat the man as propriety dictates.
I'd find the affair laughable, were I at liberty to laugh. Instead, I can only pity the poor boy for the expectations Arma's behavior will set.
(dominatrix, long straight shiny purple hair, royal sex-symbol's gilded bustier, loyal witch's attire, evil expression, medium breasts, queen's diadem, stockings, modest skirt, sitting on king's lap)
