Queen Ariel (Preview)

The castle was tense. Everyone whispered about the ambassador—if he left without signing, it could ruin everything. Eric had tried everything: charm, speeches, promises. Nothing worked. The ambassador just watched, cold and polite. But Ariel saw how his eyes roamed her body, undressing her even at the banquet table. She tried to ignore it, covering herself with her shawl.

That night in the garden, Eric was at the end of his rope. “I don’t know what else to do, Ariel. If he walks, we lose it all.”

She kissed his cheek, calming him. “Let him sleep on it. You have one more shot in the morning. I believe in you.”

But as Eric left, Ariel already knew what had to be done. She couldn’t risk her people for pride. The ambassador had made it clear—he wanted her, not more words.

Alone in her room, Ariel stripped off her royal gown. She slipped into white, see-through lingerie, her tits and ass barely covered, stockings hugging her thighs. She brushed her hair high into a ponytail and stared herself down in the mirror. “It’s just business,” she whispered. “Do what you have to.”

She sent for the ambassador, writing the note herself: A private audience tonight. Queen Ariel.

Avialable to both Tiers or for direct purchase (with a much more sheer lingerie outfit)