An embarrassing lunch

"We've got lunch with a foreign delegation in a few minutes," Elizabeth announced. "Which means you've got just enough time to either get dressed, or go to the toilet. Which would you-?"

"The toilet!" Margaret blurted out; being seen stark naked by government officials was infinitely better than wetting herself in front of them.

"Very well," chuckled the sovereign, slightly disappointed that her sister hadn't deliberated for longer. She continued to smile as she watched Margaret being led away to a bathroom, waddling awkwardly as she fought to keep control of her bladder.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself this morning?" the queen said to the artist, who was busy packing up now that the eye candy had left the room.

"Very much so, ma'am," he said. "It's not often I do life model drawings, but Her Royal Highness was very easy to work with."

"Finish your work, and I'll make sure your paintings will get pride of place in the Palace," Elizabeth informed him. "You've immortalised Margaret's nudity, we want as many people to see that as possible."

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"Will your royal sister be joining us, ma'am?"

After greeting the international delegates, Elizabeth was sitting down with them in one of the large banquet halls at the Palace. She had insisted on lowering the room temperature; still comfortable enough for anyone wearing clothes, but unbearable for one in their birthday suit.

"Oh, yes," Elizabeth smiled. "I've been informed that Margaret is still getting ready, but before she gets here, I would just like to put your minds at ease. My sister knows many of you have travelled a long way to be here, and she wants to make your trip worth it. With that in mind, don't be afraid to stare at her as much as you want."

"Well, Her Royal Highness is very beautiful," one of the delegates remarked, "it is always enjoyable looking at an attractive woman."

As if on cue, a footman cleared his throat.

"Her Royal Highness, the Princess Margaret."

The door opened, and the young princess walked proudly into the room. Elizabeth watched her sister as she crossed the room; Margaret had decided that pretending she was comfortable with her nudity was better than hiding behind her arms, although the pink tinge in her cheeks told the truth.

She hesitated slightly when she saw that the only free spot at the table was between two men and close to the open window, but quickly took it in her stride. The brunette slipped into the chair, shivering as a cool breeze blew over her.

Her hands wanted to leap over her breasts, but Margaret was able to distract them by picking up the freshly poured glass of water and slaking her dry throat.

The briefest of squeaks escaped her lips as hands landed on her bare thighs and eased her knees apart, preventing her from crossing her legs. Margaret saw that Elizabeth was watching her for any sign of weakness, so focused on the delegation in front of her, and ignored the two men massaging her thighs.

She was uncomfortably aware that all eyes were on her...or more specifically, on her chest. Her stomach was continuing to make loud noises, only furthering her embarrassment.

She was practically salivating by the time the food was served, and it took an immense amount of willpower not to shovel it down, and instead eat like the princess that she was.

Margaret tried her hardest to forget that she was nude; but with the cool leather under her bare buttocks and thighs, her toes sinking into the carpet, and a cold breeze teasing her dark hair and torso, it was impossible.

Elizabeth smirked as she watched her sister try and act natural. She engaged in polite conversation and sat smartly in her chair, but the queen could tell that Margaret was freaking out. The deep blush never left her face, her body was almost constantly shivering, and her hands regularly twitched as she battled with her instincts to cover up. The naked girl's eyes repeatedly flicked towards the clock, and Elizabeth knew that she was mentally counting down the time until she could leave.

As the last of the plates were removed from the table, the queen decided it was time to ramp up the humiliation.