𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 ❀ 𝙏. 𝙁𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤 ❀

X - Plus One

Your bathroom has been unlocked. A full month of bathing with the king had passed and now suddenly the door to your own bathroom was open and free for you to use. You assumed this was your present for the stunt he pulled yesterday. You couldn't help but think about it— how his cock was just as thick and intimidating as the rest of him.

You ran a nice bath and added all of your favorite scents to it. Recently you've felt as though you lost a bit of your femininity from bathing in his scent and not shaving, he was to blame for this, of course. But now, in your own solitude, you'd be able to douse yourself in floral scents and take a razor to your body until it was once again soft and smooth.

Afterwards, you drain the water, only to prepare a second bath. This time you focus on other aspects of your body. Undoing the two crowning braids on each side of your hair and dipping it into the water, washing it thoroughly before taking a gentle comb to the curls. You squeezed the roots dry of water before adding an array of oils and butters to them—making sure your hair was well saturated. You had the option of putting it back up into braids or leaving your natural curls down for a while and one required much less effort than the other.

Now that you had been cleaned from head to toe you finally got out of the bath and dried yourself off, still, you wanted to stay in a bit longer and savor this new freedom. You feared that in the morning this door would be locked and you'd be forced to share nude company with the king once again. You ran your fingers under warm water and cleaned your nail beds, applied oils and creams to every crevice of your body, cleaned your teeth, anything that could prolong your time in the bathroom— you did.

In your quest to find something to do, you happened upon a black box covered in little gold engravings. When you opened it the box was filled with makeup of different sorts. Powders, rouges, and glitters galore. Your tempted hands couldn't help but spend a bit of time playing around in it.

The face makeup was much too light for you. The darkest thing was a powder meant to bronze a pale face, rather than use it for its intended purpose, you blotted a bit of the powder on your forehead and under your eyes. It acted as a nice subtle blurring agent that hid every blemish and mark. Then there was a deep red rouge that looked as though it had barely been touched. You applied it gently to your cheeks and tapped it into your temples and a bit on your nose.

There was a second one, only the shade was much lighter. Rather than a deep red, it was much more bright and more vibrant. The shade had been dug into generously. You took a small bead on your finger and pressed it against your lips. It looked silly. It was too bright for your completion and clashed with your skin tone. But as you began to wipe it off the color did not come off, rather it faded into a shade that complemented you well— a pinkish red that softened your lips quite a bit.

The only other thing left was a container of compressed shimmers. You glided a finger over a warm auburn shade and looked at the intense glow in awe. You smeared it over the lid of your eye and tapped it into the creases and folds, dragging the access glitter over your undereye for additional shine.

You stared at yourself in the cold handheld mirror, back in your village you were only able to indulge in things like this for holidays or birthdays— even then it was a rarity.

knock

knock

knock

"Miss?" Someone called from the other side of the door. It sounded like one of the maids rather than a guard which put your more at ease. "Yes?" You ask. "How long do you plan to be in there? We need to get you ready!" She says. "Ready? Ready for what?" You ask peeking your head out from behind the door.

"Oh! Well, don't you just look adorable!" She says taking notice of your soft makeup and free hair. You look away and quietly thank her but before you could question what it is you needed to get ready for she yanked you out and closed the bathroom door. "Wait I need to clean up," you tried to reason as you pulled your towel closer to your body. "No need, we'll clean it for you. I just gotta get you dressed. The king needs you." She says.