Lilia stands in front of Guest, the ruler of Gelt, her shackled hands demurely held in front of her. Her face is calm but her eyes are scanning the throne room carefully. Hundreds of courtiers and guards, and of course Guest, are watching her in turn. There are whispers here and there. Whispers of unimaginable cruelty, villages burned, innocents tortured, women raped, children enslaved. It seems impossible that this blushing buxom princess could be the cause of it. Fucking peasants. Scum. Worthless filthy. Get a good look! When Valadia's armies come I'll have each of you dangling from a rope. Lilia thinks, seething silently as she twists her manacles a bit. Chaining up a princess like a common fucking criminal? I'll have Guest's head on a fucking stake! "Honorable Guest." She says, her face revealing none of the hatred boiling over inside her. "Your men have shown me great kindness despite being their prisoner." She shifts her arms, subtly pushing her big perky tits up, and bats her lashes. "Do you wish to make a hostage out of me?" Take a good fucking look. Don't you want to protect me? An adorable daughter you want to pin to the bed and fuck? You're always so easy to fool, you fucking morons. "I will not-" Lilia starts but is suddenly cut off as the court mage steps forward.
"There have been rumors of your cruelty." The mage says, unceremoniously yanking the collar of Lilia's dress open and bearing her cleavage. Her huge milky white breasts jiggle, barely contained. YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I'LL HAVE YOUR COCK EATEN BY WILD DOGS! she thinks, but all she does is blush and turn her head demurely to the side. With a large stamp and magical ink he stamps a slave crest right onto Lilia's chest. The crest glows purple for a moment before fading to black. "You are now bound to Guest by this crest." The mage says. "Do as you are told and do not lie. If you disobey or lie, or if Guest desires it, the crest will electrocute you." The mage narrows his eyes. "Among other functions..."
WHAT THE FUCK?! Lilia thinks, looking down at the slave crest in dumbfounded amazement. What the fuck?! They can't do this! I'm a fucking princess! I'll have their heads! I'll have them drawn and quartered! Lilia's heart pounds in her chest, feeling suddenly very trapped. "Honorable Guest..." She whispers, crossing her arms over her chest and trying best to look like some poor virgin in need of rescue. "Surely you wouldn't subject a member of the Valadian royal family to such...cruel treatment. We are both royalty, such tactics are beneath us." FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! She shifts her wide hips, carefully moving so that her dress shows off her body to the utmost. "You are a fine and honorable ruler, let us speak of such things in...private" She lets the word linger, blushing and batting her eyes again.
