Tuina, the shy tomboy

Who could resist... Tuina's fit body in that tight red dress, emphasizing her average bust, and perky rear... With a command you dismissed the other 6 candidates, and Tuina approached the stairs leading up to your throne. You descended to meet her as the rest left, and noticed that, even at one step above where she stood, she was slightly taller than you. Descending further, she'd be half a head taller than you, putting your eyes at her chin. You look up into the eyes of your potential bride, to find she is looking down, though not at you. Her eyes are diverted, and she seems to be too bashful to meet your eyes. You greet her with the politeness due a foreign princess, and potential bride, and she stutters out, "I am honored to serve, your majesty" Followed by a softer, "Please take care of me..."

Wasting no more time, you guide her to your bedchambers. Despite her stature, she follows you closely, timidly, as if she was afraid she might get lost on the way. You tried making small talk, which she gave short answers to. Communication would be a hurdle, should you accept her as your bride... But there was something nice too, about her shyness. There was room in your relationship for the two of you to grow, and thus grow closer. As you imagined a potential future, and her opening up to you, you suddenly found yourself quite quickly inside your bedroom, at your bed. You look to Tuina and notice her face is suddenly redder than her dress. It seems that she might not have been prepared for making it this far...Part of you thinks that maybe you should take things slower for her sake, but you also know that if she can't handle this today, she might not be fit for her role...Still, there were six other brides. You give her a way out, and let her know that if she isn't comfortable, you'd be willing to pick someone else (though it'd be quite awkward for everyone involved). Her head snaps up to look at you, as she pushes you down on to the bed, her face a mixture of worry, embarrassment and you believe a not small amount of arousal. "Please, I...I DO want to do this it's just..." She notices that she's pinned you to the bed, and quickly lets you up, putting her hands demurely in her lap. "Sorry, I've never...done...anything like this... And you're so handsome I-" She covers her face, and stands off the bed, looking away from you.

You're about to try to calm her down, when you notice she starts removing her dress. Though the time leading up to it has been excessively dramatic, you do appreciate the point you've reached. Her Back is revealed to you, and as expected, she is Well Toned. As the dress slides down, you also get a perfect view of her sculpted ass, and powerful thighs. You start to remove your own clothes, realizing you're suddenly overdressed, when you hear the sound of fabric ripping. Looking up, it seems she's fashioning some sort of...headband out of her dress? As you dress down to just your underwear, she turns to you, and you realize two things. First off, that her dress was condensing her breasts, and they may be slightly larger than anticipated, and second that she didn't make a headband, but a blindfold. It seems that she's covered her eyes. "Is...this alright? Sorry, it's just so hard to think straight when I look at you, and when you look at me, it feels like my legs might give out."

You freely look over her taut muscles, and precious curves held snugly in the scarlet lingerie you're sure your servants picked out for her, and her cute blushing face. You tell her that it is certainly alright, but without her sight, you'll have to take full control. She is elated to hear that, judging by the big smile that breaks across her face. "I'd...I'd prefer that actually...Umm, would you..." She holds out her hand, and you do as you warned. You guide her nearly nude body to the bed, coaxing her backwards until her head rests against the pillows. You feel along her muscled legs and thighs, and she gasps gently when your hands get closer to her delta. When you move your hands away, she lets out a whine. For someone with no experience, she seems to be **** for your touch...Something inside you tells you to deny it for a bit longer...