Elisabeth comes across someone else

Elisabeth wanders off into the winding paths of the Park of Pleasure, her footsteps slow, measured, as she tries to quiet the unrest stirring inside her. The sting of the loss still lingers, but not sharply, more like a dull ache beneath her skin. She lets the salty taste in her mouth ground her, a faint reminder of effort spent and emotions stirred. Around her, laughter and music drift on the breeze, oddly comforting, and with each breath of perfumed air and rustling leaves, she begins to feel the tension loosen its grip.

As Elisabeth rounds a corner, the sun high and warm above the Park of Pleasure, she slows her pace. In a sun-dappled clearing stands a peculiar pink machine, its glossy surface almost too cheerful in the daylight. A young woman is half-submerged in it, her upper body hidden inside while her lower back and legs protrude awkwardly and completely naked, motionless. Above the contraption, a laminated photo catches the sunlight—it's unmistakably Ariane, smiling brightly as if endorsing the bizarre device.

Her ass is gaping, and someone wrote naughty stuff on it.

Just as Elisabeth watched a glob of cum being squeezed out of Ariane's ass and the blonde princess felt an urge to eat her fellow princess's ass out. A second later, the machine opened, and Ariane got up, looking rather spent.

"Elisabeth ...?" she mumbled.

"Hi, Ariane," the blonde said.

"I ... I got stuck in here and they fucked my ass ... like at least a dozen times ... then i lost track."

"Let me help with that."

"What do you mea ... oh fuck ...," the young princess called as Elisabeth came over, spun her around and burrowed her face between Ariane's ass cheeks, eating out her ass. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ..."