Listen

You hear the castle coming to life.

Suddenly, you hear a shriek from the passage outside your chamber. A serving girl is standing at the door, her hands to her face. The prince crosses to the door and addresses her.

“Go to your master, the king. Tell him that the prince has come, who was foretold, and has removed the curse on his household. Tell him I am closeted now with his daughter.”

The prince bolts the door and turns to you with such a look of passion that you lower your head for a moment so that your hair partially covers your nakedness, but cannot resist looking at him. You are more than a bit anxious, though: with the door bolted, and you naked and defenseless, the prince can do anything to you, and with you, that he wishes.

Part of you is excited to be in this position, though, and you feel your cheeks flush as he walks over to you, lifts your hair to expose you completely to his gaze, and places your hands firmly in your lap. You don’t dare move them as he lifts your breast, one with each of his hands, and examines them.

“Innocent Beauty,” he whispers to himself as he fondles your breasts, which stiffen under his hands. Though there is a knocking on the door, he ignores it and addresses himself to you. “I am your prince; that is how you will address me, and that is why you will obey me.”

As he talks, he parts your legs and, once again, enters you. You moan involuntarily; your senses seem heightened, as though this virtual reality has modified you to feel everything more keenly. “Answer me properly,” he whispers.