Story being the operative word

The pair strip you so fast you worry you are now without any uniform before examining you. The letter from your father was placed on top of bench still sealed. "Looks different." Black says walking around you.

"Recovered?" White asked as starts fingering the bottles with scented oils.

"Maybe." Black says as she tugs gently at your hair. "Has anyone treated you since your last visit?" She asked you walking around your front.

"No." You said as White walked over with a bottle in each hand.

"Ah, he just fell apart quickly." White said handing a bottle to Black. They both fixed you with a glower and unstopped the bottles. "Waste of our work."

"I'm sorry." You said as the two took a hand each and walked you into the baths.

"You should put more effort into Anastasia's efforts." Black critiqued as you sunk into the water. "She's putting in effort to make you the son of Duke is it so hard to even try and look the part." She put a hand on your head and dunked you under the water for a moment.

White ran fingers through your now wet hair. "He's doing his best," she teased out individual strands of your hair getting rid of any messiness the water didn't, "besides she wants to dangle him in front of her sister. He looks perfect for that."

"You mean Elizabeth?" You hadn't heard about Anastasia twin beyond passing remarks and barely more than that. All you knew about her is that Anastasia had planned for Elizabeth to fall in love and marry you at some point.

"Yes she did." Black said pouring some of the contents of the bottle along your shoulders and rubbing it into your skin. "Elizabeth had a habit of taking Anastasia's things for herself when they were children. Anastasia's toys would go missing, her friends wouldn't show up on play dates. Anastasia never complained because she loved Elizabeth."

White cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow at Black. "And Anastasia said she doesn't like her sister being discussed."

"You brought her up." Black said as she moved down your arms. "And Christopher is exactly Elizabeth's type, not just because of Anastaisa's affection. It could be the fiancé fight all over again."

"What fiancé?" You asked. If you have to be here and not with Clare, you might as well try and get some information. The only fiancé you know about was the one Anastasia was current trying to not get married to.

White looked down from your hair to your eyes. It suddenly struck you that it was kinda weird having an Anastasia look alike talking about her history. "She and Elizabeth had fiancés selected when they were four. Anastasia had a prince, Elizabeth had a."

Black cleared her throat this time. "When they turned sixteen they were to met their fiancés. Anastasia and her prince hit it off almost as much as Elizabeth hit it off with Anastasia's prince." The two finished your upper body and started on your lower half.

White looked up at you and smiled. The Anastasia's look alikeness as she started to massage your crotch got a little awkward as even her expression at your growing erection matched Anastasia's. "The two got into a fight in front of their fiancés." She left her mouth hanging open for a moment as your erection waved just before her mouth.

"Anastasia said she wanted him ready for tonight." Black said from behind you.

White leaned forward and licked your crown. "I'm sure he wouldn't be totally drained." White said opening her mouth and taking you inside.

Black reached around and knock you from her mouth. "The Queen didn't like her daughters making such a mess and blamed Anastasia." White pouted but winked at you as she stroked your length, rubbing the oil into you more than needed. "Anastasia's prince decided to not marry either of them and to punish her the Queen gave Elizabeth fiancé to her and sent her around the kingdom to debutantes to find her sister a better match."

They finished rubbing down your lower half and dunked you in the water again. When you resurfaced they pulled you out of the bath and patting you down with towels. "And Elizabeth got to travel to the neighbouring kingdoms on a diplomatic to find a prince to marry no matter who Anastasia found for her." White said as she stroked your length with the towel giving you a wink. "Though I don't think either of them counted on you."

You didn't have much to say. A fair few things were starting to makes sense. Anastasia deliberate attempts at distancing herself from you because her sister is supposed to marry you, possible commanded by the Queen herself. Her particular interest could come down to thinking Elizabeth is better than her and fetishising that belief. Her conflicting jealousy even made sense to a degree. You were intensely curious about Anastasia's fiancé but Black and White didn't seem open to telling you about him.

"You know since he is already naked we could..." White said lean around you as she kept stroking you. "Make sure he is fit for Anastasia."

Black walked around your front to examine the erection White was still stroking. "Blue." There was silence. "Blue."

The door opened and Blue stood there with a faint smile. "Is he ready?"

Black rolled her eyes. "Can we fuck him?"

Blue raised her eyebrows. "You told him something Anastasia didn't want him to know and now you want to fuck him ontop?"

"Or from behind." White said. You were feeling a little more objectified than usual right now.

Blue rolled her eyes this time. "You want to tell Ana you fucked her Christopher without her permission?"

Black and White stared at her for a moment then let go of your length with a sigh. "Lets get you dressed up." White said dejectedly.

You open your mouth to say something about all the objectification but things didn't end up that badly for you so you shut your mouth. You grabbed your fathers letter and Blue stopped you. "I could hold onto that for you."

You clutched it a little tighter and examined her. "You've already read it haven't you?" Your nakedness was starting to feel more uncomfortable. She smiled at you but didn't say anything. "Not super comfortable with that."

"Welcome to royalty." Blue said taking back her hand so you could hold onto the letter. "Anastasia expects him in four minutes." There were noises of anger from White and Black. "Maybe less story time next time and you'll get more time to play dress up." Blue said then left.

White and Black hurried you out of the room and into the changing room. Unlike last time there didn't show colours or discuss styles they just grabbed a blue cloth that faded into red at its top and warped it around you in a very short toga that didn't even reach your mid thigh. They looked at you for a few moments looking less than happy. "It should be shorter." Black said. "When he gets hard it shouldn't cover him like this." She pulls your toga up at your crotch to mimic your erection.

"We can shorten it for the after party." White said. "It isn't sitting on his shoulder right it's too loose."]

"It needs to be easily pulled off." Black countered. The two argued a bit more as you looked at the letter in your hand. You might have enough time to read if you read quickly. And much like your previous uniform you had no idea if the letter was going to stay in a place you could recover it from.