The Ball

7pm creeps up faster than Rozi had hoped. She had spent most of the day trying to get the short, tight dress to stay in place. Its so tight it feels like it could explode at any second. Rozi looks in the mirror one last time, fixing her hair and makeup. She takes a deep breath and walks downstairs.

The ballroom is decorated beautifully. The chandelier hangs overhead, the light reflecting off the shiny tile. The walls are adorned with paintings of the great battles the Aziz family had won in the past.

"Ah, there she is!" the head advisor states as he sees Rozi descending the stairs.

The crowd erupts into applause.

"Everyone! Please give a warm welcome to the new queen of turkey, Queen Rozi Aziz!" the advisor announces.

The crowd applauds once more as Rozi approaches the podium.

Rozi looks over the crowd and sees familiar faces.

The royal guard, the royal advisors, and the nobles.

All the people who could vouch for her, support her.

They all clap, looking at her.

She can see them eyeing off her dress.

She can see some of the men's cocks hardening in their pants.

Rozi is determined to not let this bastard Maximus destroy her life.

She has to play his game.

"I hope we can continue the Aziz family legacy. We can rebuild what was lost and prosper once again. Let's bring peace to the Middle East!" Rozi states, looking at the crowd.

She takes a deep breath in, ready to continue.

It's too much. Her chest expands and pushes her breasts together, making them swell out of the top of her dress. She can feel the cold air on her erect nipples.

"Uhh..." Rozi mutters, trying to cover her breasts.

Her panicked breathing only makes it worse, her breasts bouncing wildly in her small dress.

"What the fuck. I'm not wearing any underwear and I'm flashing the entire court"

"I need to get out of here" Rozi thinks.

She quickly jolts to leave the sta- *RIIIIPPPP*

"Oh god, no" Rozi mutters under her breath as her dress rips into tatters, exposing her round, supple ass and her pussy to the entire court.

Rozi can feel everyone's eyes on her. She tries to cover her nakedness, but it's no use. Her body is on full display.

"Please.. I.. uh"

Rozi stands frozen, unsure of what to do.

Her mind is racing, her heart pounding.

She looks around and sees the shocked expressions on everyone's faces.

"Oh my god" the head advisor whispers.

The whole room is silent, staring at her naked body.

"What are you all looking at!" Rozi shouts, breaking the silence.

"Get the fuck out of here! Go on! Leave! Now!"

Everyone rushes out, the room clearing in an instant.

"You too!" Rozi says, pointing to the advisor.

"B-b-but"

"Go! I need to be alone."

"Yes, princess" the advisor says, rushing out.

Rozi rushes out of the room and back towards her quarters.

***

Rozi finally makes it back to her quarters still holding onto the tattered remains of her dress. Using the remaing threads to cover whatever little they can of her nakedness.

"What a fucking nightmare. I can't believe this is happening"

"That fuckin bastard"

"I'm gonna get him back. I swear. No matter what."

"I will destroy him"

"He's going to pay."

She locks her quarters door and starts plotting to herself while laying in bed, slowly drifting to sleep.