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There was no sight, there was no sound, there was little indication at all that Mika was not alone.. other than what had just happened. Slipping into the dress with it's pretty cut and curve-fitting design, Mika could almost see herself at a high society ball, wearing the ring she already had, some pretty jewelry, some makeup.. perhaps something more interesting to explore than the kitchen? She could see herself, with her ...
Well, that was a problem, wasn't it. The one thing emberassingly not fitting for her with the dress was the fact that it was tightly cut.. for a woman. It was pretty much impossible to hide a subtle, yet indeniably emberassing bulging from Mika's unusual anatomy. Not only that, but somehow.. something urged her to slightly adjust the dress, pull it nice and tight and keep her assets proper on display through the dress. No ball-dances with pretty men then. Perhaps another woman though, in a dress just like hers.. She could almost see it, a young beauty, with dark, long hair, taking her hand, leading her off, perhaps with one of Mika's hands emberassedly hiding her healthy bulging...
Mika shook herself out of her day-dreams to make her way downstairs, somewhere there with the servant-quarters was were the kitchen had to have been. It was easy enough, a little dust covered the corridor there, and even the kitchen floor, but..
Something in Mika's mind clicked. Something wasn't quite right. Footsteps. Her mind reminded her. A glance back out to the corridor revealed them. A series of footsteps, from small, dainty feet, leading deeper into the mansion, clearly visible in the dust. Well it could have just been.. no.. no.. Mika was slowly running out of ideas on what this could have been. Was someone else in here, perhaps someone payed by her uncle to prank her? That would likely explain, well.. everything. Though, with her stomach grumbling and the kitchen right before her, hopefully with some preserved food, perhaps she could investigate this later?
Well, that was a problem, wasn't it. The one thing emberassingly not fitting for her with the dress was the fact that it was tightly cut.. for a woman. It was pretty much impossible to hide a subtle, yet indeniably emberassing bulging from Mika's unusual anatomy. Not only that, but somehow.. something urged her to slightly adjust the dress, pull it nice and tight and keep her assets proper on display through the dress. No ball-dances with pretty men then. Perhaps another woman though, in a dress just like hers.. She could almost see it, a young beauty, with dark, long hair, taking her hand, leading her off, perhaps with one of Mika's hands emberassedly hiding her healthy bulging...
Mika shook herself out of her day-dreams to make her way downstairs, somewhere there with the servant-quarters was were the kitchen had to have been. It was easy enough, a little dust covered the corridor there, and even the kitchen floor, but..
Something in Mika's mind clicked. Something wasn't quite right. Footsteps. Her mind reminded her. A glance back out to the corridor revealed them. A series of footsteps, from small, dainty feet, leading deeper into the mansion, clearly visible in the dust. Well it could have just been.. no.. no.. Mika was slowly running out of ideas on what this could have been. Was someone else in here, perhaps someone payed by her uncle to prank her? That would likely explain, well.. everything. Though, with her stomach grumbling and the kitchen right before her, hopefully with some preserved food, perhaps she could investigate this later?