Prostitute

Elena had once had the misfortune of meeting the princess. Catherina, disgusted by the sight of her, had ordered her to be publicly flogged. Since then, Elena had harbored a grudge against her, even though she always knew she had no chance of revenge — until now.

- You have a magnificent body, princess. It shouldn’t be hidden from the world! she said, skillfully unlacing the dress. What normally took Catherina’s ladies-in-waiting five minutes, the prostitute managed to do in just a few seconds.

She gently removed the princess’s gown. First, the city commoners got a better view of her legs, still covered in white stockings. Then the crowd was able to admire what the cunt of a highborn lady looked like. Next came her beautiful stomach and narrow waist. Finally, the dress reached her breasts.

- Well, well, you missed your calling! With tits like these, you would have made an excellent prostitute. It’s a sin to cover up a body like this.

Elena grabbed the expensive dress of her ruler and was about to walk away when she stopped.

- Or you know what? Let’s make a little exchange.

The prostitute began undressing in front of the crowd without any shame. It wasn’t difficult — she was wearing only a short, slit skirt and a simple shirt, which she tossed at the feet of the now completely frozen princess, who stood entirely naked before her own subjects