"Why is there such chaos going on?" Lydia asked.
The princess had exchanged her uniform for a knee-length, loose skirt, black stockings and a white blouse, all of which was tailored to fit her perfectly. John's dick reminded him that it hadn't been used in a bit, by his very warped standards, taking the mere sight of the princess as an excuse to tax away some of his blood. It wasn't enough to get a full erection, but his pants were growing tighter. Not tight enough to prevent him from wondering where the princess had left her rapier, however.
Lydia sat down next to Mono (who took no interest in her whatsoever) at the dining table and eyed the opened package in front of the couch with interest. "I did not take you for a sweet tooth," she commented.
"I am not, Sylph is," John said, "which is also what that noise is about."
"Was about," Aclysia, following the rather sudden evacuation of the kitchen by Salamander and Sylph, corrected.
