A Princess for this Punk

"Best of luck." Maribelle remarks as you exit the room. As tempting as it may be to admire yourself and bark orders to imaginary servants, there's something else you need to deal with first. Then maybe, just maybe you'll get to have a little fun. Kind of depends on how this conversation goes. Especially since the only homework you seem to have is just wear the dress and everything needed to complete the look of the garment. But right now, you had other things in mind.

You fixate your on the window.

Thorn is still here, waiting for you to come back. As big of a blessing to have someone to walk home with, her attitude to your training felt at times contradictory and frustrating. This time though, you have an answer to her question from the other day.

"See you in a week." you announce, getting a wave from Bala as you exited. On the other side, your attention turns to Thorn. "Hi Thorn."

The punk succubus lets out a groan.

"Don't tell me you're going to try convince to be a princess." she remarks, you looking away. The direct approach was never going to work. Taking a deep breath, you're right back on Thorn.

"I could be your princess."

The words roll right on out, Thorn doing a double take in return. After, she lets out a light chuckle.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" the punk succubus asks, tail twitching all about. You just nod. "Good to see we've reached an agreement, Princess Cerelia Lynn."

Grabbing hold of your gloved hand, she pulls you along.