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"This not how the dance goes Sir, I dare say you are acting un-gentleman-like" I breathed, taking us forward, his back. Taking yet another step to the right. He tugged at the strings allowing it to loosen from me, slightly I grasped.
"I am no gentleman," he added taking me up into the air and then slowly lowered me down as I began to feel down his chiselled face.
He grinned then spun me under his arm again and again. The surrounding became more and unfamiliar as I slowly spiralled into utter madness, until he pressed me against the wall, hard.
My bosoms beckoned to be free, bobbing up and down as the result of my breathing quicken. His face inched closer to my flushed cheeks.
"What are you then?" I whispered as his eyes darted to and fro against my own. Leaning, he looked up at his balled fist against the wall and re-gripped his fist.
I need to make a third category.
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Princess A'varieé of Vmari at the age to 20 years old feels bored, belittled and baby-ified.
Desperately royal, she seeks one way she believes will make everyone change their minds. But it backfired and instead has a secret which she needs to now share with her country's rival's heir Prince Eriquéo of Predrioné - Who you could say has a...how does she put it?
Oh thee wicked tongue.
[WARNING: I am not very good when it comes to grammar so be warned I will try my best but you might find some grammatical mistakes; also this does contain Sexual references and is NOT suitable for younger readers]