It was rather random and kinda questionable for him to be in the dressing room, as Selene doubted he needed any pretty dress. Maybe he just followed her dear chamberlain all the way there? Though, what reason could he have to do so? But then again, Marian could be a fun gal to follow from behind for most people.
“Perhaps I should let you do the honours and curate my footwear display?” she said, which would be a rather exhausting task to manage alone. Could have very well been considered a punishment even. At the same time, the disciplinarian seemed to have his own punishment ideas to talk about. Given that her first instinct was to reach back and cup her full buns, she could guess what that might be.
“Surely, I can't just settle for moderate and average,” Selene responded with some wordplay. “As the queen, my prestige reflects the kingdom’s prosperity. Surely, the treasury could afford not skimping on it,” she added. Despite that half-convincing speech of hers, she somehow doubted her royal arse would be spared the embarrassment of receiving the brat treatment.
“Average?” Marian scanned the full figured queen. “That's certainly not the case.”
“How will it be this time then?” Selene asked. Hips swaying like they always did, she stepped further into the room.
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