Resist.

You watch as she walks over to her desk, and she leans over to reach for something farther ahead--back arching in a perfect bend with her perky rear protruding outwards in your direction. Her hips sway left and right. It's like watching a pendulum used by a hypnotist. Slowly, your cock rises up within the constraints of your trousers, and it's fortunate for you that she's facing away. You take a moment to readjust yourself. Finally, she turns back around to you gawking right back at her, but you shake your head and focus, and she seems none the wiser. In her hand is a white flower that she threads through the side of her already combed locks.

"So who was your bodyguard before? The one that went missing," you ask.

Abigail makes her way over to her dresser and begins removing articles of clothing. "Lady Isabelle Turner... I hope they find her. It isn't like her to go missing like this. She's always been here for me."

"Are you the only princess here then?"

She sits down at the end of her bed. "Our other sister lives elsewhere." Her hands slide long white socks up from her feet to her upper legs.

You can't help but watch. She's wearing nothing but her panties, bra, and a pair of thigh-high stockings.

As you converse, you awkwardly hang your hands in front of your body in hopes she doesn't notice your bulge. "Well, I hope I can live up to her. I'm not really a knight."

After bringing a golden skirt up to her waist, she hops down off the bed, and lifts a matching button-up shirt to hang in front of her chest. She ponders for a moment, and then slips her arms through the sleeves but leaves it open on the front. She steps right up to you, takes your hands gently within her soft, slender fingers, and then turns around to face away from you.

"Lady Turner was here for me always," she explains. "Sometimes she would dress me. I want you to understand that I trust you as well, Sir Warren. You may finish putting on my clothing."

"I don't know if that's really nec--"

"Please?"

You sigh. Cautiously, you wrap your hands to fumble with her buttons, though it's difficult to do so by touch alone. After a moment, she realizes your predicament (one of them at least), and backs up to give you an easier view over her shoulder. Though as she does, she pushes up right against you. Your cock immediately twitches at the sudden contact.

Not good!

"Is this easier?" she asks.

You take a deep breath and glance down at her unbuttoned blouse. You slip the bottom one through, and then the next. Finally, you button up the top of her shirt and take a step away.

She spins around back to you with a big smile. "Thank you so much." Next, she places her feet into a pair of flats, and what's a common, casual look for her, still makes her look like a beautiful noblewoman.

"So what do you usually do in a day?"

"I like to get some fresh air in the courtyard and look at the flowers. Care to escort me?" she asks and holds out her hand.

She's dangerously adorable.

"That works for me." You take her hand firmly, and she starts leading you back out of the room.