Stockings → Fanny Pack/Revealing Dress | Exit: The Princess' Angelic Guardian Whore 'A'

In the end, it's whimsy that decides and I roll the wheel once 'more,' allowing the mirror to do what it will. Its magic wraps around me and warps the word 'Stockings' into 'Fanny Pack.' Not what I expected bu---

(princess's royal whore, long flowing golden hair, lacy-white corset, angel wings, seductive smile, large breasts and dumptruck ass, feather headdress, fanny pack, high leg thong, reflected in the castle bedroom mirror)

Bonus Image (Revealing 'Dress')

Exit: The Princess' Angelic Guardian Whore

---ut-t- but my--- tits aren't quite as large as m'lady's, but my ass is quite fine, mhm.

I twist this way and that, admiring my figure in her highness' mirror, as I often do when she has no need of me. Cleansing the room of magic and tidying the place up would be a simple affair, even after a tryst so passionate as the one we shared with James last night, but such tasks are better left to the maids, aren't they?

Something feels strange about that thought - there are some traces of something in the air - but I don't pay it any mind. Of course the air is filled with magic: With a celestial whore like myself working alongside such a promising talent as her highness, it's inevitable the air would become stained with carnal desire.

Anyway, there's just something about this mirror I find really quite interesting - some kind of instinctual draw that goes beyond my plentiful vanity, but I can never quite put my finger on it.

Oh well! I suppose I should go join my charge and our new paramour to meet with her father, hm? I need to make sure he doesn't get any silly ideas about punishing her for her 'depravity and excess' or some such other nonsense.

It would be trivial to hop out the window, glide down to the ground, and overtake them that way... but I feel like exercising some showmanship and reminding his majesty of his daughter's providence so~

Instead, I loosen my grip just slightly on the material plane and appear within the throne-room in a display of radiant energy. Just as my charge enters along with her paramour, of course. Oh the twitch his majesty tries to suppress is simply delightful: I do so~ love teasing mortals like this.

I smile seductively towards the king, tracing a finger over my lips in something resembling a hushing gesture as I capture and hold his gaze. You wouldn't dare tempt me to do something more drastic, would you? I may play at being a 'lowly' guardian angel, but we both know the truth, don't we now my dear?

Let's have a nice, civil meeting, dear Ar~tram~

[AN: And there we have it. The King has finally been name-dropped outside his image names, and the humble maid Cheryl is now the Princess' extremely sexually-amp'd guardian angel and not only complicit in her lewd hobbies, but actively encourages them, with a small side of a few unforeseen changes to her - and the world's - history as well.]

[As with the previous hybrid change/exit chapter in the timeline with Paul's mother, you can technically continue play from here, but this may also serve as a jumping off point for new characters.]