(Sequel to Two Gangs and a Golden Girl)
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"If you even think about touching me, I will literally rip off your arm," I growl when Xavier prowls closer. He doesn't stop. His poison green eyes drill into mine.
"I will have you, Marigold, and we will...
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I get dressed in what I assume is my dedicated room until I leave. I quite like the space with it's large window looking over the pine forest. I love my big brown bed and the thick carpet on the floor and the bookshelf next to the on-suite door. I just love how warm it feels.
I might actually miss it...
"Okay, what do ye think?" Nessa asks.
I peak around the folding screen and observe Nessa's costume.
"For the love of food, Nessa!" I cry out and return behind the folding screen.
"Ha. I gotcha there. I'm goin' as Cersei during her walk of shame," Nessa chuckles.
"I really didn't want to see you naked," I comment and rub at my eyes. I'm not going to lie, Nessa really takes care of her body, but damn, why did I have to witness it? I rub some more. IT'S NOT GOING AWAY.
"We all know ye do. Everybody wants to see mah naked bod," Nessa laughs.
I finish up with the dress - which is really high quality since Nessa had it shipped in. When I have the shoes and the dress on, I step out. Nessa is already in her outfit fortunately - a thing I decide to comment on later. When Nessa hears me, she turns around and smiles.
"The dyed hair really helps," Nessa comments.
I step over to the mirror and sure enough, with the white Daenerys stuled- dress and white hair, I really do look like the famous Targarien.
"You're still going to braid my hair?" I ask.
"Of course, Amberry," Nessa says, "Just lemme get into mah own outfit."
I watch Nessa fix the leather straps. She has a scaly kind of body suit that's see-through everywhere except her boobs and well, other parts. Her hair is swept back in a tight bun and some sort of device is attached to her palm. She looks like a scaly stripper.
"Can ye guess what I am?" she asks with her hands on her hips.
