Ihe bath, we don't i muaids do all the work ing us, just as I did so many times in the brothel. It is nice being on the receiving end of the deal.

  Shimmer still hides away. The water distorts her features as the maids wash her body. Despite the water, the green color simutes a forest and colors the water, limiting how much I see below its surface.

  Aurora takes trol, direg Shy and Annoris, who had somehow shown up. The three women work quickly to wash me, teasih their hands in every nook and y. But they took great care to wash my giant wings after their first flight in years, so I have tive them for the tease.

  Aurora carefully washes my long hair, taking it inch by inch. My already silky hair has a new shiny look. The light brightens as she s. My svery keeps me from doing anything with it. All it do is hang, weighing my head down.

  Once my hair was ed, I was doh the bath. But Geta was waiting for me. With her short hair and missing wings, I'm sure she was watg me for a while.

  "Ready to see if I fake my way through a massage?" Geta asks.

  "I guess," I say, walking over to the small table I used before. I lie down on my stomad prepare for the brute's attempt.

  The first touch is gentle on my calf. Calloused hands are careful not to destroy my muscles, but they do little to rex them. But the sensation of being waited on, of being pampered, lets me enjoy the strange feeling.

  Geta doesn't spend much time on each muscle. I guess she knows she isn't doing mud doesn't want to waste a lot of time. Geta's hands are careful to avoid my truly sensitive spots. This is much better thaease the maids had given me earlier.

  Whea reaches my back, I expand my wings a bit so she get my muscles. Her hands move over the sore muscles, still reeling from the short, disastrous flight.

  ime I'll stay in the field and have a niding. Look like a proper dragon if you ighe damn colr around my neck.

  " you flip over for me, dear?" Geta asks in her low voice.

  The table doesn't really have a good way for me to y on my back, but I'll live. Take the pampering when they give it. So, I fold my wings and do my best.

  Settling down, I feel a hole open up a my tail fall through.

  I'm not sure if I should be mad about it or not. Probably not; it is more fortable. But something about it pisses me off.

  I guess years of dealing with stupid tables is getting to me a little.

  Geta ignores my irrational hatred and starts on my thighs, her hands w ever closer to my growiion as I stare at her naked body.

  She once again avoids teasih her hands. Just her form taunts me, and I guess that is mainly self-inflicted.

  I y eyes and try tet the image of Geta w my muscles. Her chiseled abs, massive chest, and amazing arms ask me to breed her.

  Stop thinking about her, Alzi. You don't eveo have sex with your wives. No, your wives will just hand you out to other women to fuck. Likely to buy, sorry, I mean build, support for the Princess. I'm still w as a brothel girl.

  I mean, they just let you fly. Sure, they fot to tell you about the invisible fehat will make you fall out of the sky like a little kid who doesn't know her limits. Maids give me ands and most of the wives ignore me. Someone else sets the routine, and I still have the damn colr shog me.

  "Sorry Alzi. I'm not great at being soft," Geta says as she finishes up. "But I hope it helps a little bit."

  "I feel better," I say.

  "Good. Good," Geta says, patting my belly. "I would've gone a bit longer, but our maids are givihreatening look. Syro and Shimmer had already left to get ready for dinner. I know you don't care about it, but it is a big thing for us. Most of them haven't met you yet. Please don't be mad at them for that. Me and Shimmer have been taking all your free time."

  "I hate them just as much as the rest," I mumble, shuffling off the table. Aurora takes my arm aly leads me out of the bath.

  Geta mumbles something behind me, but I don't care enough to try and decipher what she says. Aurora just keeps me moving towards the ging room.

  "Sorry, my Lady, but we really must get going," She says. "I was hoping to start getting you ged half an ho, but I did not want to interrupt your time with Lady Geta." We pass right through the ging room, a loose robe c my body and soft slippers get attached to my feet.

  Aurora doesn't slow down until we make it to my room on the fourth floor. Shy and Annoris are waiting ih a plicated purple dress out, floating in the air. Their faces are stoic as they stand, waiting to force me into the dress.

  But Aurora has me sit down at my desk first. A mirror is now attached to the back, f me to look at my tired face.

  I don't have any of the normal signs of a hard life; my mana is making sure to erase all of that. But my eyes don't lie. The years of svery be gleamed in the swirl of color if you look hard enough.

  Or just look at the damn colr around my neck.

  "What is this for?" I ask.

  "Makeup, my Lady," Aurora responds. Brushes and makeup fill the desk. "You do not really need any. Your mana and csses do an excellent job. But I think we should add a bit of fre to your look. You are an amazing woman, Alzi, and I wish to show that to them. To show the woman they are keeping locked away."

  "Do what you want," I tell her. I think back to the time I found Mother's little makeup set. I never saw her use it except for the night I found it.

  After applying the makeup, I ran around for hours until she came home, and then I forced her to join me.

  She was geous with that makeup on. That was likely the night I was pletely lost in my love for her. I'm sure I looked stupid with my attempt back then, but she was willing to waste a dle that night for dinner.

  I miss that smile.

  "I am sorry, my Lady," Aurora whispers, her haing my head. "I reminded you of something you miss. I promise I am fighting for you to get that back. I really am. It takes time, but I am certain I vince her to let your mother in."

  I doubt it. But maybe Aurora is trying. Maybe she actually cares. So, on the off ce she is, I force a weak smile in resporying to take irange makeup she put on me.

  My shifting eyes stare right back at me. Now, a few wisps of color surround my eyes as well. Each color is just a sliver cirg my eyes. I swear they're moving, but it may just be how it catches my light.

  Just a faint coating of blush on my cheeks to help fake that I like the women I'm about to meet. Just a bit of a gloss finish for my deep red lips made for a brothel whore like me.

  "I brought out too many brushes, it seems," Aurora says, looking over her work. "It will be o save some spa the future. Now for the dress, my dy."

  Shy takes over for this, my robe disappearing from my shoulders. She leads me to the ter of the room, where she hands me simple underwear to cover my did vagina. Then, a garter belt to put on. Finally, the dress flies over my head and slowly moves down my body. Shy's hands tugged the fabric around to help it get past my wings, tits, hips, and tail.

  It follows the normal method for letting my tail and wings breath. Almost no silk is used for the back above my ass—just a thin strip around my o keep the top up.

  It doesn't even have sleeves. Kind of like the dress Isda wore when I fucked her the first night. But my breasts fill out the dress a lot more—plenty of cleavage and even a small window for a bit of underboob. The dress hugs my stomach right down to my waist, where it firs out, giving my junk plenty of room to breathe.

  Though the dress ends just above my knee. So maybe too mu if I'm not even allowed to fuck them. Sure, I could bend over for them, but they don't deserve that.

  Simple bck stogs go o. The fabric stretches to let my naturally pale skin shihrough.

  Shy pulls out a measuring tape ao work cheg that everything fits correctly, pulling it around my body over and over.

  "Are your nipples always this perky?" Shy asks as she works on my breasts.

  "I guess?" I say. "I'm almost always a little horny, so isn't this expected?"

  "Probably, my dy," Shy responds. She pulls out a band, simir to the cloth that old Dryad brought in with her elven wife. They were a fun couple to py with. I wonder if they gnant? They were on the older side but young enough to carry with the right seed and timing.

  But bae, the strap went under my dress with a bit of mana and stopped my nipples from showing through the tight dress. I guess more magic made the strip not show through the dress as well.

  "Eleven inches already. Before was ten," Shy mumbles as my chest loosens just a tad.

  "What size shoes would you like?" Annoris asks.

  "What sizes do you have?" I ask.

  "Any size you want, really. Three would be the smallest you should go, all the to fourteen with a four-inch ptform if you want," Annoris says. "My dy," she quickly adds.

  "Biggest, I guess," I say. "It seems you three wao show off, so that's fine. I'll py this stupid game, but I want all three of you in my bed tonight."

  "As you wish, my dy," Annoris says, already rushing into my closet.

  A few mier, she walks out with the t heels in a standard bck color.

  "As you asked for, my Lady," Annoris says, pg them at my feet and kneeling down.

  She puts them on me one foot at a time, my new heels makiower over them.

  They all better feel bad about me being on the fourth floor now. Stupid .......

  "Anything else?" I ask the short women.

  "No, my Lady," Aurora responds with a small bow. "You look perfect."