All she knew in that moment was that she was safe, regardless of the strange being with its strange, threatening teeth. Princess stood wearily as maid...s dressed her freshly-cleansed body. Heavy robes settled on her shoulders. Thick, velvet material swathed her frame. The weight of the material paled in comparison to the weight of the responsibility that she was about to take on. She might have been groomed for this her entire life, but to actually have the fate of an entire kingdom laid out at. Withoutthat, most of them will hunt for their own wardrobe. Resulting in abouteight times as many transformed victims.Cassy: I think I get it now. Fashion-witches try to balance themselves.Limit their number. If not consciously then subconsciously.Evelyn: That's one way of seeing it. Of course, if a witch goes ballisticor not they eventually will switch to the second choice: building a lair.Cassy: You mentioned that before. I thought you meant figuratively.Evelyn: No, quite literal I am. It was kind of surreal. Eating, touching herself, sitting completely naked while the others just sat there, snacking on some chips and drinking their beer and sodas. She sat there, slowly teasing her clit, feeling that oddness continue for a long moment until the daring sexualness of it all reasserted itself in her mind, and she began to warm up, all over again. Within a minute or so she was slowly rocking her hips as she touched herself, barely eating, enjoying her public masturbation in a way. "Prove it," he said."Just what did you have in mind?" I asked. Any other time I normally wearpanties and would have been happy to just stand up and reveal them, but fortrips such as this, I avoided it."The burden of proof here lies with the accused," he said matter-of-factly.He gestured to a hospital screen in the corner. "Prove it." His intentwas fairly clear; he wanted me to put on some of the lingerie.I quickly picked through the jumble of satin and lace selecting a fewspecific items,.