You're an envoy to the prince.

"Err...hello. The prince sent me here to take census of everyone who will be attending the ball tonight." You say, trying to sound official. Cinderella's eyes widened and she quickly tried to brush some of the ash off of her face and rag dress unsuccessfully.

"Oh, really sir?" She asked.

"Yes." You nod, surprised it was so easy to fool her. "May I come in?"

"Oh, of course! Forgive my rudeness!" Cinderella bowed quickly and moved to the side. You step in the doorway and notice how slowly Cinderella stands back up and closes the door.

Just to be sure, you ask. "Are you...Cinderella?" You notice her face screws up in a hurt look and her eyes immediatly drop to the floor. You want to mentally smack your own forehead. "Oh, I'm sorry. I just don't know your real name."

"No, it's okay. Everyone else calls me that." She says softly. "Come in to the main room. Would you like something to drink?"

"Um...yes, please." You nod, realizing how parched you are.

"I'll put some tea on." She says. You watch her walk over to the kitchen area, your eyes focusing on her odd walk. Her hips were swaying from side to side very nicely, but there is something weird about how she walks. You move into the main room and sit down in one of the chairs there.

Doe crawls up your neck and whispers into your ear. "I'm going to take a look around. See if I can find out about the fairy grandmother." Before you can retort, she runs down your arm and off your chair onto the floor before scurrying away.

After a few moments, Cinderella rejoins you, still walking funnily. "It'll just be a little while for it to boil." She said. "I hope you don't mind if I work while we talk. I have a lot I need to get done."

"It's fine." You say. Cinderella moves to the fireplace and start to dust off the mantel. She has to stand on a small wooden stool in order to reach. "So...how many will be attending?" You ask.

"Three. My step-mother and two step-sisters."

"You won't be attending?" You ask, trying to feign surprise.

"I couldn't." Cinderella says. "I have nothing to wear and so much to do at the house." She tries to sound happy, but you can tell there is disappointment in her voice. "Besides, it isn't in my place to go to something that nice."

"That's not true, I'm sure the prince would...uh..." You watch her teeter on the stool. "You should watch out...that doesn't look sturdy..."

"I appreciate your concern, but it's fine. I do this all the ti-" You cringe as you watch the stool come out from under her and she tumbles to the ground. Her ass hits the ground first and she fall onto her back as the stool skids across the room. You immediatly jump up and head to her side.

"Are you okay?" You ask.

"I-I'm fine." Cinderella says shakily. You go to help her up when you eyes catch something. Her dress had been pushed up toward her hips on collision and you could see her long slender legs and, much to your suprise, her shaved pussy. She wasn't wearing any underwear! And even more of a suprise you see something white and cylindrical stick out of her rear. You quickly notice what it was; there was an unlit candle shoved up her ass!

Cinderella quickly sits up when she realizes you were looking at her. Her face was red as an apple and you could guess yours was similar. "Sorry. I didn't mean to look."

"It's fine." Cinderella replies softly. "I...it was my fault. I shouldn't have been so reckless. I apologize for flashing you, sir."

You watch her pull her dress down nervously. So that would explain her funny walk. But why did she have a candle in her ass? Would it be wrong to ask her?