Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Doris's freedom, unrestrained attitude, superior status, and omnipotent ability are the reasons why she attracts the love of thousands of girls.

And what she revealed further proved the fact that Miss Doris liked women.

With a click of her high heels, she took a step forward and Miss Doris moved her beautiful face closer, her eyes capturing Grace's every change in expression like a patrolling camera.

"how about you?"

She teased her with the ambiguous tone of a lover, and at the same time, her warm breath fanned the girl's cheeks.

"Is it important?"

Grace remained calm and stood there motionless as if she had been frozen for thousands of years.

Then Miss Doris asked again,

"Is that Miss Afro important to you?"

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

"Hmm...? Okay."

Doris retracted her head and curled her lips subtly.

"But I don't like women. I prefer works of art to humans because their beauty is eternal."

"It better be this way."

Grace smelled a lie.

She looked up and saw the sun hanging in the middle of the sky above the cold gray sky. The slightly dazzling sunlight reminded Grace that noon was approaching.

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

I don’t know how long Doris’s portrait will take, but time is pretty tight now.

"Let's chat while we paint, Miss Doris. I have other things to do tonight."

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

Walking along the marble corridor, Grace followed Doris's footsteps like a shadow and finally walked into the witch-style cottage.

The pleasant smell of incense and the elegant sound of violin linger around me from the moment I step into the room.

Doris's villa is much bigger than imagined, and there are shadows of magic props everywhere, such as doors that can be opened by voice control, curtains that open automatically, and self-operating magic brooms.

Coupled with the fact that the decoration was mainly in a peculiar witch style, all of this made Grace feel that Doris was not like an artist, but rather a wizard in the Harry Potter world.

In short, judging from Doris's upturned lips 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 followed Doris across the corridor on the wooden floor, but her eyes fell on the paintings hanging on the wall of the corridor.

Oil paintings depicting the beauty of women in various poses are hung on the red-painted walls.

They are either smiling with their lips pursed, or stretching their necks and arms like swans, or gazing into the distance in deep thought. Each painting is lifelike.

Grace has learned a little about art, and her delicate brushstrokes and the light and shadow she paints fully demonstrate the feminine beauty.

Doris has quite good artistic attainments.

Most of her paintings were of Rhine noblewomen with curly blond hair, but there was one that was 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 silver-gleaming knight's light armor, has a slender figure, and long black hair is neatly tied behind his head.

She tightly grasped the silver scabbard at her waist, and her beautiful eyes, like amber hidden blade, looked forward firmly.

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

Grace glanced at the note under the golden frame with great calculation: To my dearest friend, Tracy.

"Here we are, Grace."

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

Grace took a look inside and saw the same dazzling array of beautiful dresses as Victoria's dressing room, which were hung neatly by type and in divided areas throughout the room.

It is truly a paradise for those who love beautiful girls.

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

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

It was a dark blue dress.

The low-cut design and the breathable lace mesh hint at an ambiguous invitation, and the sleeves are only half, which will undoubtedly reveal half of the white arms.

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

There are sparkling sequins hidden in the fabric, the steps are light, the dark blue background is contrasted with the misty white, and the hem of the skirt sways slightly like a walking galaxy in the night sky.

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

If I put it on, my entire back would be exposed to others...

For the more traditional Grace, this was beyond her acceptable bottom line.

"Ms. Grace, can you accept this?"

Grace frowned and discussed, "Can't we change one?"

Doris's smile grew brighter, her red lips parted slightly, and she uttered words that could not be refused.

"No."

She seemed to enjoy seeing Grace in distress, like a cat constantly playing with its prey.

Grace: “…”

Seeing that Grace was still hesitating, Doris raised her voice again to provoke Grace.

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

"Of course it's just drawing, I can't do anything else~"

Along with Doris's ambiguous and frivolous voice came her impudent and playful wink.

"Yes, of course."

Grace leaned against the door frame and thought for a second, then slowly took off the smooth dress in Doris's hand.

“I’m looking forward to it because it’s going to be beautiful.”

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

"But it's a little hard to put on. If you need help, you can call me. I'll wait for you outside the door."

Only after making sure the door was officially closed did Grace really begin to look at the carefully selected evening dress.

Because the back is hollowed out, there is no zipper.

To hold up the whole dress, you need to fasten the neck loop and the two thin invisible knots on the back.

The winter cape and light undergarments fell to the ground one by one, and Grace took off her clothes.

Facing the round floor-to-ceiling mirror, Grace covered her flat chest with her slender white arms, frowning with an embarrassed look on her face.

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

There are more marks left not only on the delicate collarbone and chest.

Even on the back that was once as smooth as jade, there are some indescribable scratches.

"Stupid Afro!!!..."

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

Why did she act so recklessly after drinking?

I don't know what expression to use to face Doris.

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

In Grace's dictionary, there is nothing in this world that cannot be defeated.

But——Grace discovered a new problem.

She couldn't tie the knot at the back, and she could faintly hear Doris' earnest voice from outside the door.

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

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Introduction: I can climb to the sky and steal the sun and moon, and I can find my mother in the square. I, Su Long, am destined to be a great sage!

The enemy of bad women, the friend of otakus, the blessing of the poor, 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 a different me!

System: [Then can you explain why you were in police custody eight times in one month and were visited by the police twenty-eight times? ]

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

148. Phoenix has been unlocked

How to explain all this?

Grace could accept taking off clothes and bathing with people of the same sex in a large bathhouse, or taking a hot spring bath...

But, if this is the situation now.

Grace turned her head and tilted it to look at the back as smooth as white jade, her eyes looking back and forth hesitantly.

Knock, knock. There was another gentle knock on the door, with a hint of politeness and concern in the inquiry.

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

If the person outside is a man, any woman will feel panic and anxious. This is a factor determined by physiological instinct.

But Miss Doris is a woman, and women are generally not controlled by their physiology to commit acts of rape against others.

The body cannot feel happiness, and only people with extremely abnormal personalities would do such a thing.

Doris is not a very radical person.

With her naked back facing the wall, Grace looked at the closed door from afar, pulling her dress up to cover her snow-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 on, so I asked if you want help."

Miss Doris's eyes did not avoid the topic at all, but her deliberate explanation made people feel that she was trying to hide something.

“No need to explain.”

Grace used her arms, which were like lotus roots on both sides, to hold the dress as hard as she could to prevent it from falling down, and shrugged her shoulders to signal Miss Doris to hurry up.

"Ah."

Doris nodded and walked slowly towards me. The beautiful emerald hanging on her earlobe swayed gently. Her usual vague smile was accompanied by the gentle tapping of her high heels. I always felt like she was teasing me.

The ambiguity was prolonged in the slow movements, Grace frowned and urged softly,

"faster."

Doris didn't say anything, but took up the thin ribbons from both sides of her waist, which were too thin to be grasped, and prepared to tie them into beautiful bows.

"Turn around."

The movements were graceful and smooth, but they suddenly stopped as if frozen when Grace turned sideways.

"You... the traces behind you..."

With a sound of disbelief and surprise reaching her ears, Grace leaned forward, half leaning on the table, and couldn't help clenching her fists, her fair face heating up with embarrassment.

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

With an icy tone, he glared back at Grace sharply, “Or does your morality not tolerate these things?”

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