Emmaline puts on a dressing room show!

“Elitist bastards,” Liv muttered under her breath. Her face twisted in a snarl that brought wrinkles to her brow until she looked more like a wild wolf than a woman.

It would have taken every last bit of willpower Emmaline possessed not to rub it in the other woman’s face--so she didn’t bother.

“It is hardly the fault of us noble types,” Emmaline began, already puffing up her chest and arching up on her toes--even before she let her voice slip into a pompous parody of some noblewoman she half recalled from her mother’s court. “...that this fine establishment recognizes those of equally fine heritage when it sees them.”

Robin was already smiling at her goofy display, while Liv seemed on the edge of actually biting her--and just from a little joke like that! It was perfect.

Emmaline tossed a quick wink to Robin and the rather amused looking Fuu before ‘The Lady Beaumanoir’ (as the man at the front gate had addressed her) stepped daintily down the hall. Her long-legged steps continued that obnoxious level of stuffy elegance until she was at least out of sight of the others. Then, almost immediately, she fell into a much bouncier and more comfortable gait.

Emmaline’s perfect, heavy breasts strained against her wrapped top just as always, the two bouncy globes practically begging to burst free. The wrap of red fabric that was her facsimile of a skirt was laid so casually over Emmaline’s wide hips that it always looked as though the loose skirt might slip off at a moment’s notice from a tug or just from a strong wind. A long slit down her left side where the soft, thin fabric didn’t quite connect together displayed a tantalizing strip of flesh and made sure that anyone who bothered to look would know without a doubt that the gorgeous woman before them was wearing absolutely nothing beneath.

All in all, the outfit was better suited to a beach than pretty much anywhere else in the world. While the other Bravos actually had reason to change, Emmaline was pretty much always ready for a beach day.

She could have easily just gone ahead of the rest of them, but then, who was she to skip out on a chance to slip into some fun little bikini?

The sky blue hallway led off into a series of private changing rooms, though Emmaline couldn’t help but stop along the way to look out through the windows that dotted the side of the hall.

Each one granted a gorgeous view out over the beach and ocean beyond. Thanks to the hill this little administration building sat on, she could see easily over the beachgoers busying themselves with their best attempts to have fun and the sham merchants trying to sell shoddy necklaces made of shells they had literally just picked up off the ground in front of them. Her gaze cast off straight to the horizon, where dazzling light danced on the waves as far as the eye could see.

Off into forever. An unending stretch of possibility and fun.

“So far away from everything...” the words slipped free of her pursed lips unbidden, and her ample chest slowly rose and fell. The world around her seemed to fade as the pull of the tide whisked her away.

Who could reach her here out in the middle of Mercia--a whole nation away from home? Why would her mother’s agents ever bother to search the seaside resort she had been to as a child?

Emmaline was certain this place would be fun, but it also would also cover her tracks and guarantee that that fun would never need to come to an end. Killing two birds with one stone or a ménage a trois of freedom, efficiency, and fun?

As Emmaline stood there, staring out the window, lost in memory and thought combined, she didn’t notice the other woman who had followed her down the hall with short, professional steps. Given the fact that the pretty blonde woman never slowed an ounce and her piercing blue eyes never settled on Emmaline, she didn’t seem to notice Emmaline either.

That is, not until she walked fully into the other distracted woman and nearly sent both of them crashing to the stone tiles below.

“Oh! Ms. Beumanoir!” Kellissendra’s voice rang out in a tone too melodious to be professional, yet too professional to be anything close to relaxed. The voice suited their ‘Royal Liaison’ perfectly well, at least, as well as Emmaline knew the woman.

Her features could best be described as ‘elegant,’ with a long neck, high cheekbones, soft, stern lips, and pretty, discerning eyes.

Overall, her figure was pretty enough, with long legs and a modest bust, though Emmaline had only ever really seen the woman in long stately dresses--the sort of dresses that barely showed off any cleavage, must less actually allowed her to guess what the woman’s body was like beneath.

Of course, Emmaline knew that to a certain extent, all of that was a lie. She knew that the picture of a young blonde woman in her early twenties who was even now brushing strands of hair behind her ears and fixing it back into place in a well maintained bun was just that: a picture. It was no more a reflection of Kellissendra’s true self than the strong, flawlessly applied makeup on her face.

It wasn’t an illusion exactly, so much as a transformation. Fuu had cued her in to as much when Emmaline announced her intention to invite the prince’s secretary, closest advisor, and personal aid along with them on their fun little trip.

The prince’s _draconic _advisor, secretary, and aid.

“Ms. Kellissendra,” Emmaline smiled bright and friendly and only now bothered to glance down and notice the way her precarious clothing had slipped so readily aside from just the little bump. The wrap over her breasts had stayed in place, but her skirt hadn’t been quite so loyal, and had jumped at the chance to get away from her. Jumped right off of her hips, in fact, and fluttered a short way down onto the floor leaving her utterly bottomless, her perfectly shaved pussy practically staring up at Kellissendra.

“I don’t actually know your last name, so,” without an ounce of modesty, Emmaline stepped over to where her skirt had fallen across the room, bent down perfectly at the hip, and picked it up in a dainty gesture before walking back to the other noblewoman, skirt still in her hand. “Sorry if I can’t be quite as formal as you.”

For her part, Kellissendra’s eyes didn’t even seem to flicker from Emmaline’s gaze.

“No offense taken,” Kellissendra said, perhaps just a touch more quickly than usual. “I hope we can both enjoy ourselves in these coming weeks, Ms. Beaumanoir.”

And with that, the blonde woman gave a quick bow of her head and brushed past the still bottomless Emmaline to hurry off down the hall toward one of the private dressing rooms.

“Just a little bit flustered,” Emmaline muttered to herself as she watched Kellissendra disappear around a corner.

That woman’s formal elegance was a good façade. Better than Fuu’s even, if a bit more ****.

She’d get to her eventually. Before the trip was over, Emmaline would see that oh so serious veneer give way. It was just so tempting when someone pretended not to be bothered like that!

How could anyone really expect her to resist?