Emmaline discovers something 'Glorious'

Emmaline didn’t bother to put her skirt back on before sauntering down the hall toward the next open changing room. Her ass wobbled with every exaggerated swing of her hips--just in case Kellissendra happened to glance her way. She would have had to take her skirt off pretty much immediately anyways, so what was the point in putting it back on?

Besides, Kellissendra had riled something up in her that was now just dying to bump into some unsuspecting towel boy and send him stammering out apologies and trying to avert his gaze.

Tragically, though, the hall was empty, and Emmaline’s only company as she strutted down the hall half-naked was the sound of stray sand crunching between her sandals and the stone tiles below.

She lifted the wrap up over her chest even before she had crossed into the dressing room, letting her breasts drop free with a delightful jiggle. Emmaline basked there for a moment in all her naked glory before finally sliding the curtain closed and cutting off the little dressing stall from the rest of the building. A little pout played on her lips.

“Not very ‘royal,’ is it,” Emmaline muttered to herself as she looked around the space. Even though the dressing room was reserved for noblemen and women, it looked like pretty much nothing more than a large closet with a full-body mirror and a bench.

With her sandals kicked off, her bare feet shifted about, sliding around the sand between her toes as Emmaline spun in small circles. She was between two curtains, one leading back into the hall and the other, presumably, leading out onto the sandy beach. As she caught glimpses of her perfect nude body spinning in the mirror from all angles, Emmaline had half a mind to just skip getting dressed entirely and walk out into the sun and sand naked as the day she was born.

“It’s not like anyone would mind,” she softly said to herself.

She wasn’t exactly staring at herself, but Emmaline was an admirer of beauty in all its forms, and it would be more than a little hypocritical of her to make an exception for herself.

She had ‘good angles’ of course, where her heavy swaying breasts wobbled in front of the mirror, her back arched to push her chest out and just make those enticing globes just that much more obvious. But she didn’t really have ‘bad angles’ to match--the other way around was just as appealing. Bending forward instead pushed her plump, heart-shaped ass out toward the mirror, and by twisting her head around, Emmaline could get a nice glimpse of her pretty flower as well.

It was a stunning sight, if she did say so herself, and the exact sight Kellissendra had been treated to just minutes ago. The same sight that that stuck-up dragon had walked away from without so much as a single flustered glance or blush.

Emmaline sighed, finally turning herself to face the mirror propper before placing her butt right down on the bench.

She wasn’t losing her touch, she was sure of that, so it must be something else. Maybe Kellissendra’s transformation made it easier for her to hide her emotions? Maybe she only wanted to fuck other dragons? Maybe she was so straight that even drop-dead gorgeous Emmaline couldn’t get through to her?

No, it definitely wasn’t that last one.

She bent down and started rifling through her bag, pushing aside the towel and lotion she had packed to pull out the custom made Gallian swimsuit she had brought along.

It was probably best to get a move on… this whole train of thought was turning a bit too narcissistic,even for her. Oh, if only Liv could see her thoughts right now.

Emmaline cracked a small smile at the thought, then rose to her feet, bikini dangling between her fingers. But then she paused as her eye caught something strange on the wall she hadn’t noticed before. It was well hidden, thanks to the way the bamboo panels that made up the wall were overlaid. The little hole in the wall tucked perfectly into the natural shadows left between the carved wooden stalks.

Emmaline’s interest was immediately piqued. Was it just a peephole carved by some local pervert or perhaps something even more intriguing? Resisting the urge to crouch down and check for herself, Emmaline instead took a moment to glance around the rest of the dressing room until she spotted it!

There, exactly opposite the first hole she had seen was a second, equally sized hole. They were both thick enough around to fit a few fingers through or, if you were bold and male enough, a cock. This second hole, however, was on the wall that separated her dressing stall from Kellissendra’s, and with an act as simple as bending down to look, Emmaline could finally satisfy her curiosity about what sort of body that woman was hiding under all her fancy dresses.