The Reveal

You can't help but share the princess' wicked smile. You weren't sure what her excuse was, but you, you were half demon, and depravity ran through your veins.

"Come." Madeleine urges you, as she practically skips around the examination table, to where Elodie stands, practically frozen.

"There's something you should be aware of, before we do anything more." Madeleine decides, reaching for the hem of Elodie's gown.

"Madeleine, please, don't!" Elodie insists, struggling against her princess' grabbing hands.

Scowling, Madeleine backhands Elodie, sending her staggering back across the workshop.

"I told you not to talk back. Now, Elodie. Be a good girl and show Edward your little secret." Madeleine says coldly, her anger barely restrained.

Looking as if she'd rather be anywhere on the continent, her bottom lip bleeding slightly from one of the princess' rings, Elodie obliges, lifting up her dress.

What she reveals takes you entirely by surprise. Dangling between the handmaid's smooth, shapely legs is a flaccid, hairless cock. She looks to be a little smaller than you, closer to average in size, but there was no mistaking it.

"W-what?" You stammer, your eyes passing from Elodie's soft, undeniably feminine features, to her exposed member.

"Ellie's just another oddity I keep around." Madeleine explains. "You've heard of hermaphrodites, yes?"

"From ribald tales and raunchy jokes, but I didn't think they were real..." you explain.

"Well, Elodie here is proof positive." Madeleine surmises.

"Both female." She gestures to the length of Elodie's body with one gleaming, ringed hand "and male." she adds, motioning more specifically to Elodie's organ.

"I've always seen myself as a woman." Elodie insists. "And it's how I was-"

The princess raises a hand, as if to shush her. Elodie is silent, and the heiress turns instead to you.

"So, Edward, darling." Madeleine whispers in your ear. "Look at her. Does you still find her attractive? Does she repulse you, her true nature revealed? Do you find her even more desirable?"

Eyeing up the hermaphrodite, you think, before giving Madeleine your answer.