The young prince is dressed in silk and taken to the harem

After fastening the last silk ribbon around Marcus' waist, tying the entire pretty outfit in place, Kihara stepped back. Her lip curled, she stared down at him, her dark eyes drifting slowly down his body. The young prince swallowed nervously, hoping she liked what she saw. She was taking preparing him for their visit to the Empress very seriously, with little of the playful teasing he'd been expecting when she started getting him ready. Instead, after dressing herself in a plain white robe, she'd briskly taken him through to another chamber just outside her room, where several different sets of clothes had been waiting laid out neatly on a shelf. All his size, all gorgeous and perfectly made, she'd told him she'd had the servants bring them last night though how she'd had so many ready was rather beyond him. While he was still gawping at the pretty clothes, she'd pulled each in turn over his naked body, reminding him firmly to stay still whenever he'd tried to help her or dress himself. It didn't help his growing anxiousness that several of the outfits had been really rather...revealing.

One had been nothing more than a tiny loincloth tied around his hips, barely long enough to cover his thighs and leaving him worried it was going to slip up any moment and expose his bare butt. Kihara had seemed to like that one by the hungry smile she'd given him that had left him rather hoping she was going to pounce on him again and drag him to her bed. Instead, she'd shaken her head and stripped it off him before choosing another, a pair of colorful patterned shorts and shirt, both tightly clinging to his body and showing off his slender frame. After a moment's consideration, she'd decided those were unsuitable as well and moved on, leaving Marcus' head spinning as he was stripped bare and dressed again and again by the firm hands of his lover.

This latest outfit was like nothing he'd ever worn before, the exotic appeal of it making his cheeks burn and his heart quicken in his chest. A thin veil covered his mouth and chin, fastened with strings of spun golden thread to a filmy shawl over his newly brushed silver hair. Then a skimpy silk wrap was draped over just the top of his chest, with strings passing under his arms and then back over his shoulders to hold it in place. It covered his stiff tingling nipples well enough at least, but left his soft, pale belly bare down to a pair of little shorts wrapped around his hips that just about covered his butt and soft little dick. Finally, Kihara had pulled some loose trousers in the same filmy material over his legs, so sheer they almost turned see-through when the light caught them, showing off his pale skin underneath.

As his lover stared down at him, her head cocked thoughtfully to one side as she considered the outfit, Marcus was left very much aware of just how little the clothing actually covered, the bare skin of his arms, belly and shoulders tingling in the cool air. It was all very pretty he had to agree, and quite comfortable too. In fact he...rather liked the idea of wearing it just for Kihara, especially with the hungry way she was looking at him now, but the thought of going out in front of that scary Empress dressed like this made him really rather nervous. What if she...tried to take him away again? He stared up at his lover, waiting for her decision and hoping she'd notice his worries and say something that would make it all better.

"Yes...that's perfect." She nodded at last, her full lips curling into a smile so gorgeous it made the young prince dizzy just to see. "You look just amazing, little one. Of course you're pretty wearing anything, but dressed like that, the perfect boy concubine...ah, I can't believe I didn't choose those clothes first!" Her voice trembled with excitement, and her dark eyes sparkled as they danced over his body. It was obvious she was really happy to have him dressed this way. Marcus found himself turning slightly and fiddling with the hem of the trousers, wanting to show off to her even more, enjoying the hungry look she was giving him. Only, putting on a naughty show for her was one thing. He wasn't sure he wanted any other women to see him like this...especially the ones here who were so tall and imposing and stared at him like they were about to grab him and drag him away somewhere. He couldn't just stay quiet and scared. As difficult as it was to interrupt her now...he had to say something.

"Kihara...um..." He stammered, just as she started turning away to gather up something else from the neatly arranged sets of clothing and jewellery waiting on the shelf beside her. "I'm not sure...about going out dressed like this." She paused and glanced back at him, her gorgeous smile fading. Marcus bit his lip uncertainly, hoping he hadn't made her mad or upset.

"Why would you be...ah, I think I understand." Kihara sighed, shaking her head. She stepped over to him, reaching down a hand to rub his forehead through the shawl. Marcus gasped with relief at the familiar touch of her callused fingers, so warm and soothing. "No man here would worry, but I forgot how shy you foreign boys can be." She continued gently, the soft reassurance in her voice already starting to ease his lingering worries. "You were quite happy with just me, weren't you? But now there's other women here who might see you as well."

"Yes." Marcus nodded, smiling shyly up at her. Of course she understood, she always did.

"Don't worry, little one, these are very normal clothes for boys here, especially pretty ones like you." She patted him gently, before her hand slid down to cup his cheek through the silky veil. He leaned into her palm, shivering with delight at how good it felt just to have her touch him like this. "It'll keep you nice and cool later in the day when it gets hot, and show you off properly as my concubine for my aunt and any other women who see us together. If it makes you too embarrassed, I can find something else, but I think you look just gorgeous wearing it." He nodded again, his cheeks blazing under her palm as she said such nice, sweet things about him. "The Empress wants to see you, I can't say no to her and she'll be insulted if you're not looking your very best. But I'll keep a close eye on you the whole time, so as long as you're good and stick nice and close to me you don't need to be scared of some other woman taking you away from me, okay?"

"Okay...um, I'll wear these clothes." The young prince replied. He trusted her, of course he did...and it felt really nice to know she liked him wearing these clothes that much. Surely that was worth a few scary looks from the Empress, right?

"Good boy." Kihara patted his cheek one last time through the veil, then let her hand drop. "Tell you what, once my aunt is finished with us, I'll take you back here to my room. It'll be just the two of us again for the rest of the day. I saw those cute little looks you were giving me in bed just now, so I now just how much you want that. And there's something I'm going to do with you that I know we'll both enjoy very much." Her grin widened, showing perfect white teeth, and her dark eyes sparkled with delight. Marcus smiled back, his skin tingling with anticipation as he wondered just what it was she had planned for him. "Wait and see, little one." She purred, clearly enjoying his eagerness and keeping him dangling in suspense. "The Empress is a busy woman, it won't take too long, I promise. Now come."

She reached down and grabbed his hand gently in her own, her large warm fingers gripping his wrist. The young prince sighed with relief, feeling so much safer somehow just from having her hold him like this. When she firmly squeezed his hand for a moment in her own, it felt like a silent promise that she was going to be looking out for him, no matter what happened. He followed meekly, a little way behind her, as she led him by the hand through the lavish rooms of her chambers, silent and empty still. The thought of being paraded around in front of her scary aunt and those huge, grim female guards as well still made him rather worried, but...he trusted Kihara. And he knew she'd always protect him.