Looking for Queen

The hallway is one of those really tall Victorian era ones found in fancy palaces and whatnot. It has a few doorways. The one to the Velvet room, one at the end leading to the ballroom and one at the back leading to the bedrooms as well as a door leading to the dressing room. “He probably stayed at the rec room, right? We should get him, because it’s… bad to stay there, right? King told…” Tiffany gets cut off by the bratty boy who says in an annoyed voice: “He said he got into trouble, yeah, yeah. Does that mean that we will if we go back there? I never went because I couldn’t care less.” He raises a good point and Tiffany gulps - maybe they shouldn’t check it then. “W-wanna check out the dressing room? Maybe he went to change…”

She instantly realizes how bad it sounded and Ace circles in front of her and smiles: “Uh huh. And then what? You wanna get a peek at his tits? I know, they are kinda weird, huh? You can get all sorts of things nowadays with pills. Or you are just born this pretty and you don’t need any, ha!” He jokes and Tiffany feels both annoyed and like blushing - somehow anything with Ace seems awkward and hard.

“Let’s go to the bedroom then! No!” Tiffany covers her face and the boy sighs: “Not any better. Try… ‘Let’s check out some of these rooms’. That should do the trick. Come on, honey-tits. Let’s find this little elusive rat.” Ace hops over to the dressing room and opens the door and Tiffany follows him inside. There would appear to be no one in there. Just the colorful clothes on racks, hanging out by themselves.

“Oh wow, I’m in a closed-off room with a beautiful girl, whatever will I do with all my masculine urges, oh no, oh no, Tiffany! Maybe you should start running! Ooh, my penis wants it!” Ace teases rubbing his penis through his boyshorts and laughing afterwards: “Not funny! You are so stupid. If he’s not here we should check the bedroom. T-that’s just creepy, stop that!” Tiffany looks away and Ace laughs some more. They go to the bedroom door and Ace opens it. They enter the dimly lit room with the 5 beds.

“Hello? Queen? Are you here?” Tiffany asks and there’s no answer, and nothing in sight. “I think he must’ve evaporated into thin air, that must be it…” Ace says non-chalantly and Tiffany wants to grab him and throw him or something: “Shut up! I-isn’t this weird? W-where is he? Could he really still be back in the Velvet room? I never saw him leave…” Ace seems preoccupied. He walks over to Tiffany’s bed and sits on it: “I remember seeing your sleeping face in the morning today. I thought you were like the rest of us honestly… but gee… s-she had a pussy.” He looks at Tiffany and continues: “W-why the heck did she put you in our class? I don’t get it. Y-you are like… an actual girl, you have a real pussy…” Tiffany notices the tone-change in his voice and goes to sit next to him on her bed hoping finally for some sort of meaningful talk with the boy.