“How about you come back later?” I suggested proffering a few silver coins. “Its a big decision,” I protested. It was the waltz which did the damage. She stood and opened her gown to show her shapely breasts and a neat triangle of soft down around her woman’s parts for beneath the gown she was entirely naked. The princess stared at me disconcertingly. “Go rouse him or we will be here all night,” the Princess ordered the maid. “What marry my daughter or be beheaded for ravishing her?” he queried. “Are you trying to bribe us sir?” the Sergeant enquired. The next morning there was a tremendous commotion, soldiers banging on the door, “You are arrested and must accompany us to the Palace forthwith,” the Sergeant insisted when my idiot Butler invited them in. “Very much the contrary,” I countered, as I stood there feeling more than a trifle uncomfortable with my parts under intense scrutiny. “Er no your majesty, I need time to think it over.” I insisted. The King and Queen looked on anxiously. “Guards seize him!” she shouted and with that I was thrown upon a couch, and pinned there with my breeches around my ankles.
