Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Doris's freedom, free and easy, superior status, and omnipotent ability are the reasons why she attracts the admiration of thousands of girls.

And the part she revealed further proves the fact that Miss Doris likes women.

Click, the high heels took a step forward, and Miss Doris brought her beautiful face up, her eyes catching every change of Grace's expression like a patrolling camera.

"how about you?"

She teased her with the ambiguous tone of a lover, while also blowing her warm breath on the girl's cheek.

"Is it important?"

Grace's expression remained unchanged, standing motionless as if frozen for thousands of years.

Then Miss Doris asked again,

"Is that Miss Avro important to you?"

Hong Tong was distracted for a moment, and Grace immediately replied, "It's not important."

"okay."

Doris retracted her head and curled her lips subtly,

"However, I don't like women. It should be said that I prefer works of art to humans. The beauty in them is eternal."

"Better so."

Grace smelled a lie.

She raised her head and saw that the sun was hanging in the cold gray sky. The slightly dazzling sunlight reminded Grace that noon was approaching.

At night, he had to attend the engagement party of the Francis family on time.

It is not known how long Doris' portrait will be occupied, but time is now quite tight.

"Let's chat while you're painting, Miss Doris. I have other things to do in the evening."

Miss Doris was slightly stunned, and her desire to chat was put aside. She stopped talking nonsense and directly led Grace to her private villa at the end of the road.

Stepping on the marble corridor, Grace followed Doris' footsteps like a shadow, and finally entered the witch-style cabin.

The delicious incense and the elegant sound of the violin are lingering around you from the first moment you step into the door.

Doris's villa is much larger than expected. There are shadows of magic props everywhere, doors that can be opened by voice control, curtains that automatically open the house, and magical brooms that operate by themselves.

In addition, the decoration is mainly in the peculiar witch style, everything makes Grace feel that Doris does not look like an artist, but like a wizard in the world of Harry Potter.

In short, judging from Doris's raised lip corners and brisk steps, she is quite confident in her taste.

The dressing room was at the end of the corridor on the first floor. Grace stepped on the wooden floor and followed Doris across the corridor, but her eyes fell on the paintings hanging on the wall in the corridor.

Oil paintings depicting the beauty of women in various poses hang on the walls painted with red paint.

They either pursed their lips and smiled, stretched their necks and stretched their arms like swans, or gazed into the distance in contemplation. Each picture was lifelike.

Grace has studied some art, and her delicate strokes and painted light and shadow reveal the softness of women.

Doris' artistic attainments are quite good.

Most of her paintings are Rhine noble women with golden curly hair, but only one is different.

On the side closest to the cloakroom, Doris appears to have drawn a dark-haired Ibro woman.

The person in the painting is wearing sparkling silver knight's light armor, has a slim figure, and has long dark hair neatly tied back on his head.

She tightly grasped the silver scabbard at her waist and looked forward resolutely with her beautiful eyes like amber hidden sharp edges.

I don't know why it looks familiar...

Grace glanced thoughtfully at the note under the golden frame - To my dearest friend, Therese.

"We're here, Grace."

Doris put her hand on the golden door handle, pushed it gently, turned around and reminded her.

Grace took a look inside, and saw that just like Victoria's cloakroom, there were a dazzling array of beautiful dresses, and they were hung all over the room in an orderly manner according to type and divided into areas.

It's really a paradise for beautiful girls.

Doris had already picked out the dress she wanted to wear for Grace and showed it to Grace.

"This is the costume you are going to wear."

It was a dark blue dress.

The low-cut design, the lace mesh is breathable and vaguely implies an ambiguous invitation, and the sleeves are only half-length, which will undoubtedly expose half of the white arms.

The lower skirt is trailing, gradually changing from black in the middle to sheer white.

There are shimmering sequins hidden in the fabric, the steps are light, the dark blue background contrasts with the misty white, and the skirt sways slightly like a walking night galaxy.

The most important thing is - there is a large hollow design on the back.

If I put it on, I would expose almost all of my back to others...

For the more traditional Grace, this is already beyond the acceptable bottom line.

"Miss Grace, can you accept it?"

Grace frowned and discussed, "Can't you change it?"

The smile on Doris's face became brighter and brighter, her red lips slightly opened, and she spoke words that could not be refused,

"No."

She seemed keen to see the embarrassed side of Grace, like a cat constantly playing with its prey.

Grace: "..."

Seeing that Grace was still hesitating, Doris raised the tone and used provocation to stimulate Grace.

"Didn't you say you've already thought about it? It's too late to regret it now."

"Of course it's just painting, I won't do anything~"

Along with Doris's ambiguous and frivolous voice, there was also her cheeky and playful wink.

"Wear it, of course."

Grace rested on the edge of the door frame and thought for a second, then slowly took off the dress made of smooth material in Doris' hand.

"I'm looking forward to it because it will be beautiful."

Doris's eyes shone slightly, and she slowly closed the door frame with a smile and expectation.

"However, it is a little difficult to put on. If you need help, you can call me and I will wait for you outside the door."

After confirming that the door was officially closed, Grace really started to look at the carefully selected evening dress.

Because the back is hollow, there is no zipper.

To hold up the entire dress, you need to tie the hanging loop at the neck and the two slender invisible knots on the back.

The winter cloaks and light underwear fell to the ground one by one, and Grace took off the clothes on her body.

Facing the round floor-to-ceiling mirror, her white and slender arms covering her somewhat flat chest, Grace frowned with embarrassment on her face.

Because in that translucent mirror, the girl's body was densely covered with territory marks belonging to another person.

There are more marks than just the delicate collarbone and chest.

Even the once smooth and jade-like back had some unspeakable scratches.

"Stupid Avro!!!..."

Grace gritted her teeth and took a deep breath. Her fair cheeks were occupied by anger and shyness, and turned slightly red like the sunset.

Why did she drink and act recklessly?

They didn’t even know what expression to use to face Doris.

Grace took a deep breath, patted her chest to calm her mood a little, and began to choose to get dressed.

In Grace's dictionary, there is nothing in this world that is invincible.

But——Grace discovered a new problem.

She couldn't tie the knot at the back, and Doris's earnest voice could be heard faintly outside the door.

"What took it so long? Do you need help in there? Grace?"

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Introduction: You can ascend to the sky and steal the sun and the moon, and you can recognize your mother in the square.I, Su Long, the destined great sage!

The enemy of scumbags, the friend of dead bastards, the luck of the suffering people, the last savior of villains, the only partner of justice, the only love of thousands of beautiful girls, the last light in this chaotic and dark world.

This is the different me!

System: [Then please explain why you went to the police station eight times a month and were approached by the police 28 times? 】

Su Long: "Doesn't this mean that I have a good relationship with the police officer? Going to the police station is like going home, and meeting the police officer is as normal as family members."

148. Phoenix has been unlocked

How to explain all this?

Grace can accept things like taking off her clothes and taking a bath with someone of the same sex in a large bathhouse, or taking a bath in a hot spring...

However, if this is the case now.

Grace turned her head and looked sideways at the smooth white jade back, her eyes darting back and forth hesitantly.

Tuk-tuk, there was another gentle knock on the door, asking with some politeness and concern.

In fact, you don’t need to care about what other people think.

If the person outside is a man, any woman will feel panic and restless. This is a biologically determined factor.

But Miss Doris is a woman, and women are basically not physically dominated by others to commit sexual acts.

The body cannot feel happiness, and only those with extremely perverted personalities may do such a thing.

Doris is not too extreme.

With her bare back facing the wall, Grace looked far away at the closed door, and pulled up her dress to cover her white chest as much as possible.

"come in."

The door opened quietly, and Doris walked in calmly and closed the door.

"To be honest, it's really hard to put it on, so I asked you if you wanted to help."

Miss Doris's eyes did not dodge with any guilt, but her deliberate explanation always made people feel that there was no silver 300 taels here.

"No need to explain."

Grace's knotted arms on both sides tried their best to hold the dress from falling down, and she shrugged to signal Miss Doris to hurry up.

"Ah."

Doris nodded and walked slowly over, the beautiful emerald hanging on her earlobe swaying gently, her usual vague smile accompanied by the gentle tapping of high heels, always feeling like she was teasing herself.

The ambiguity was prolonged in the slow movements, and Grace urged softly with raised eyebrows,

"faster."

Doris did not speak, but picked up the thin knotted ribbons from the sides of her waist that were too tight to hold, and prepared to tie them with beautiful bows.

"Turn around."

The movement was elegant and smooth, but when Grace turned sideways, it suddenly stopped as if frozen.

"The traces behind you..."

With a somewhat incredible sound of surprise reaching her ears, Grace leaned forward half-supporting the table and couldn't help but clenched her fists, her fair face heating up with embarrassment.

"What's wrong? Didn't you agree that it's just painting? Do you have to take care of this too?"

The tone was cold, and Grace glared back at Grace sharply, "Or is it that your morals don't tolerate these things?"

"No, how you use your body is your own business..."