The Tailor

For years, Edwin had been regarded as one of the best tailors in the kingdom. That was until Princess Katherina appeared and ostentatiously began choosing elven tailors instead. She had publicly humiliated him many times, criticizing the quality of his materials. Edwin therefore had no qualms about humiliating this royal-born bitch.

Katherina was undoubtedly a beautiful woman, and the tailor would have gladly taken a look at what she hid beneath those gowns, but he decided that it would be far more humiliating for her if he pretended that she didn’t interest him at all.

He smiled at her and began examining the delicate fabric of her impressive royal-blue gown.

“Well, well… beautiful work,” he said shamelessly, groping the princess’s buttocks and breasts.

The crowd around them watched in shock. If Katherina could speak, she would now be screaming orders at her guards, and Edwin would soon find himself on the gallows. But the haughty princess could do nothing. Though he could see the terror in her eyes.

“I wonder what her petticoats look like…”

He quickly answered his own question by lifting the expensive gown up to her knees, revealing elegant high-heeled shoes and stockings worth several villages. This sight had always been reserved for only a few of Katherina’s servants — and not ordinary low-born maids, but her ladies-in-waiting. Serving the princess was, after all, a highly prestigious position. Now the same view was being enjoyed by some random commoner!

Edwin would have continued examining her gown for much longer, but the crowd, which had initially doubted the old woman’s words, was becoming more and more confident. And among that crowd were people who wanted **** far more desperately.