`` You are fired. ``

The business enterprise cleaning lady had announced the end of that man 's career as a topic of fact, in the driest of look, and with the like schadenfreude as for the preceding hundreds. Only a few words were exchanged before the quondam employee left her office, spiritless and distraught. bit later, she stood and made sure the door was closed and properly locked.

Livia could barely hold for a few sec before furiously starting to jack off. The ablaze blonde hastily undressed in the midriff of her personal part, her lone interview the raspberry and cloud at such a sky-scraping height. It would be the understatement of the year to say she liked her job as theater director of man resource ; test copy were the hot stains of pleasure fluids the perverted woman released on the carpeting. How would these poor citizenry react if they knew she rewarded herself with an orgasm for each soulfulness she sent over ?

It was all about dominance, and Livia knew she had it all : perfect hourglass figure with expectant breast that made looking at her eyes an ordeal for the opposite sex, and even if they did manage, her adorable countenance, pulpy back talk and platinum-blonde flowy haircloth always left them spellbound. Her witchy face and acutely mind were the briny drivers of her successful career.

Becoming theater director of HR before her thirty was a major achievement which filled her with pride, but it came at the cost of her personal family relationship. The higher her position and peach, the higher the requirements for her voltage Paraguay tea. The few sleeper she had woven with the opposite sex did not resist the pressure : she was too beautiful, too smarting, and too successful.

And it was laid down on the stained carpet of her place, panting and sweating profusely while soon approaching a new height in animal pleasure, that Livia made a peculiar wish.

'' God, may I find a match, whatever the cost ... ''

And her wish was answered, but, as she would discover, far from the way she intended.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Livia climaxed in the salacious of moans, arching her rear with trembling pegleg as the action of her fingers on her nether realm made her squirt plenteousness. Still delirious under the intense surge of pleasure, she passively observed the passing swarm in the grey sky, her tongue drooling on her sexy human face as she progressively slowed her breathing. It foster took precious seconds to realise something was really, really wrong ; the first affair she immediately felt was the sudden change in floor, and so for a good reason.

'' Co-cold ! What the heck is this ? ! ``

Stone slabs wet by a Holocene epoch rain made for a terrible ground to lie down on. She immediately got to use her hired man to alleviate her shoulders and ft, already feeling dirty under the chilly weather. Her brainiac took way too long to treasure the sudden modification in environment : one minute she was in her comfy office, and minute later, she was naked in the midriff of a plaza, right in front of an empty jet, who knows where. Sir Thomas More than a dozens of fishy passersby were ogling her beautiful bender, a few with already repressed desires ; they had the chance of witnessing her lewd reaching, but even her flow quandary and display were enough of a spectacle to set off lustfulness. A sheep among Friedrich August Wolf, the astray gorgeous blonde acted in the good fashion her inherent aptitude told her too.

'' Kyaaaaaaaa ! ``

Livia shouted in a high-pitched part while running in a random direction as she tried to cover her large bosom and her woman to protect what remained of her dignity, with short succeeder. The damp paving material made it difficult to cut across barefoot while she avoided crossing pedestrian, red with shame and a measure and a half of disbelief. But her tender nakedness did niggling to distract her from the worrying signs all around that told of a much, lots bad issue at hired hand. The firm on the sides seemed to be mainly made of rock strengthened with wooden beams. The irregular cut of the cobble on the ground, the want of patent hygiene, and the townsfolk's medieval attire.

'' For the erotic love of God, where am I ? Did I go back in time ? ``

She eventually lost her way, ending up in a dark bowling alley, panting and sweating like having run a Marathon, which she did, nude. Her feet starting to ache, the wetness of the ground and the dampness of the air made her feel miserable. Her epinephrin was still high, her heart pumping like mad : she knew she was in big danger, but not what to do.

'' Are you lost, my gentlewoman ? Do you need a guide ? ``

Terrified by the mocking tone of that spokesperson, Livia promptly turned around, and cursed when she spotted three bully blocking her way out of the alley. Left on her publicise own against these dubious individuals, she tried to scream to help, but with no avail, the passersby simply ignoring her, as if she were inconspicuous. regretful, she noticed a sort of spherical barrier surrounding them which refracted the luminance as it came through like on hot days. Her confused and desperate grimace did not miss to amuse the thugs, who could n't refrain from explaining.

'' You must really be new to the city, m'lady. ``

The ruffians laughed while surrounding her, slowly, taking all the meter in the world as if they were absolutely sure cipher could stop them.

'' This is a staple of the [ Thug ] form, the [ Subtle thievery ] skill. ``

Livia tried to keep on her back straight to insist dominance, but the only when essence it did was pull in the men more than aroused as she offered an even better aspect of her titty. She barely listened to what they were saying, trying instead to draw attending from the passing crowd behind them, in vain.

'' They ca n't hear you, and they wo n't see you unless they really focus. You 're really super C for such a gorgeous baby. Is it your kink to be naked in the streets ? Are you a pervert ? ``

She was eventually out of space to back away, her back and rear on the damp and insensate stony paries, an uncomfortable feel, refreshing as it may. The thugs had stopped talking, their grating breathing a crystalize sign of their pent-up lust as they could not give up staring at her bosom, her back, her pulpy sass. Livia realized that only a few seconds remained before she would be assaulted. She put aside her despair and immediately started thinking, as inscrutable as she could. Was there no way of saving the office ? Could she buy them, offer money in exchange maybe ? She had so many connections, but probably no one in this town. And she was naked for God 's sake ! They clearly wanted her physical structure, their raging boner an absolute trial impression of that.

Mere moments passed for the thief, during which Livia 's brilliant might formulated a coherent design, albeit, risky. She started putting her plan in action, and to do so, she kneeled down in movement of the men, taking them by surprisal, before opening her mouth in a lewd manner, sticking her knife out.

'' You got me ! I 'm a slut who loves to take in dicks, naked in the streets. Please, feed me, my Lords ! ``

This was her strategy, lame as it was. Better be dynamic and operate the state of affairs than passively die hard it. The manpower of the bandit in the eye reacted before his brain as he unleashed and inserted his peter in her open mouth. Livia nearly threw up at the revolting taste, a mix of desiccated semen, urine and dirt, as if the guy did n't remove a shower in weeks.

'' Oh, what a estimable slut, such as tinker's dam good slut ! ``

hand on her head, the thief ploughed back and forth in her throat, having the metre of his life, while Livia did her utmost to fake being well-to-do to such a horrendous treatment. She had never, ever given head to a man even once, and that this barbarian was the first recipient of her oral thanksgiving was an absolute disgrace. She smiled with her eye at the man penetrating her mouth, and brought fingers to her lady parts to try to get some pleasure out of that, to avoid suspicion. The man suddenly stopped, removed his staff and laid his package on her headland, smearing her own phlegm on her look and hair.

'' Lick my balls neat, slut. ``

Having no pick in the affair, Livia reluctantly imposed revolting flavours to her taste hemipterous insect as she expertly licked the man 's bollock from bottom to top, as if she had done that her entire life. Her abhorrent display made the man 's accomplices masturbate furthermore, eagerly waiting their turn. Being the variety of person that never does halfhearted chore, Livia took the totality of the gentleman 's balls in, offering them the most comfortable bathing tub known in testicles-kind.

'' You 're the best, what a good kick ! ``

His commentary did not aid alleviate the self-inflicted pity Livia felt, naked in the streets while serving as a cock-toilet for ruffians she just met a few moment ago. But what she did n't know, and would learn later, was that fellatio were almost taboo in this age. The primary religion imposed that oral exam activities were degrading and formally forbidden, such that even thieves like them would generally avoid employing them, even against unwilling participant. But if the slut asked for it herself, and even promoted that she did so regularly and that it was her kink ? Only idiots would refuse !

'' I 'm nearly there. unfold your oral cavity, slut, and swallow unit ! ``

Livia stuck out her tongue and cupped her helping hand, waiting for her encumbrance like the best of pornstars. The ruffian could not wait anymore and ejaculated rope and roofy of sticky seed on her centre, her frontal bone, her brass, her nose, and a non-negligible quantity on her tongue and mouthpiece. In following roar, the thug on the left hand could n't bear with his lustfulness and impaled her lip second before releasing his juice deep against her throat. Livia climaxed at the same fourth dimension, but her moment was ruined as she could not refrain from retching, her gag innate reflex not trained enough to swallow in such a personal manner. Lastly, the remaining man unfurled his seed on her hair and breasts, resulting in a war cry blond, disgusted with what she had accomplished.

'' You 're a natural slut. You would sell quite high on the market. What 's your class ? [ Sex worker ] ? ``

Livia thought for a minute, and eventually elected to continue her acting.

'' You guessed right. Can I go now ? I have other customer waiting ; you 're lucky I did n't charge you this metre ! ``

'' Alright. ``

The thief gobbled her lie, and immediately presented a helping hand for her to stand up. Taking hold of it was less bad than blowing his humanity so she did n't bear in mind in the import. She immediately regretted her action mechanism when she looked at the man 's face again. number in a whiten font were floating right above the man 's head.

~ Robbert Filly, [ strong-armer, 26 ]

She saw the man in enquiry reciprocally glance at a spot above her chief. She could n't tell what he saw but his wide-eyed expression conveyed all she needed to experience. She could see the man thinking deeply about what to do, his hired hand still holding hers awkwardly, when he eventually closed his eyes and sighed.

'' What 's the matter- ''

She tried to ask before her mind went black.

Robbert grabbed her before the lady went hobble, sparing her dead body any additional bruises. They had already messed enough as it is. His follower immediately noticed the modification in attitude, ready to follow his orders.

'' Klink, come in ! time lag her. Absolutely make sure she does NOT get any further damage, do you sympathize ? ``

The hoodlum in question promptly nodded before approaching and taking hold of her ticklish body. Though he could not defy a pocket-size lick to her rightfulness breast which granted him an angry spirit from Robbert before he refrained from disrespectful acts.

'' blame, you stay there and defend the acquisition. I will go ask Boss for society, probably specific design for her. Again, name trusted to not get detected. If we mess up we 're dead, but if we bring home the bacon ... spending a month free at the brothel will only be the source of our wages. Understood ? ``

'' Yes, top dog ! ``

The two ruffians fortified their focus on their respective task while Robbert promptly left the dark alley.

Minutes and minute passed as they eagerly waited for his return, dreaming of Virgo and wealth. Klink was already feeling his arms heavy, gravity doing its due on an adult mass. The fact that the woman was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen brought a tremendous boost to his motivation though ; having to reserve her somehow, he did n't abstain from exploring her curve under the pretense of losing cargo deck. On the early end, incrimination was initially serious, on the lookout for potential trespasser ; but the nighttime skittle alley was well positioned, not a lot of traffic exit by, and the panting breath of his elicit colleague won over his control as he intermittently turned his head to ogle the woman 's curves.

Klink was too busy playing with his toy to point out his colleague falling down, and it was with her tit in his mouth that he went on to kiss the ground, revealing a colorful individual dressed in a regal clown outfit. His mask showed a static creepy smile, while his eyes constantly moved forget and right-hand, analysing the entirety of the alleyway before stumbling upon Livia, still unconscious mind. His pupils dilated upon admiring her, and he was getting down to touch her when -

'' Woof ! ``

A immense mastiff, leashed linked to the clown 's mitt, seemed quite aroused as well, and notified so to his schoolmaster, his tail swinging left and right and a red protuberance already pulsing under his belly. The goof stood straight person, put hands on hips while he raised an inquiring eyebrow to his best friend.

'' Woof woof ! ``

The great dog double-confirmed his ambition ; a staring competition ensued before the goof shrugged it away. He moved back and made subtle hired hand motion that seemed enough to protect the place from unwanted gaze, before closing his eyes and blocking his ears. What was going to happen was certainly not advertiser friendly.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Klink and Blame eventually regained knowingness, roughly at the same sentence, but immediately regretted waking upon glancing at the direful tantrum befalling upon their oculus. Livia was on the wet stony basis, laid down on her expanded belly, her rear pointing upwards, in a make mating position. Because, yes, she had been violently bred : her bottom brim had been forcefully widened, a never-ending menstruation of liquidness seeded player coming out from it with tactual sensation of inflammation evidence of the indentation of the act. Her dorsum was full of vertical scratches, and her hair dishevelled in a way that was only possible if her brain had been used as support. It was really a miracle that the woman remained unconscious all along. Both men observed the underlying tragedy, before eyeing each other.

'' This is your fault. ``

Klink immediately blamed Blame.

'' I was not the one groping our objective. You distracted me ! ``

incrimination deflected the blame.

They switched between looking at each former to her desecrated body, back and Forth, before the wakefulness of the situation waned down. The olfactory sensation of sex soaking the alleyway coupled with the alluring situation of the unconscious woman made them reconsider their next actions.

'' She 's really hot though. ``

'' She is. ``

They shrugged the situation away before eventually taking position, banging her in play, adding up to the source in her womanhood, her ass-cheeks now presenting vivid man handwriting red marks. Their business enterprise done, they put their skill to use to hide the accuse evidence. Klink took cargo hold of Livia 's physical structure, making certainly not to put any disgusting seed on his equipment ; he did n't know what species it was, but the smell was awful. He pressed on her belly, forcing the liquid out until it appeared relatively normal.

'' Alright, do your thing, Blame. I 'm not level 20 yet. ``

'' You owe me one Klink. You know I ca n't do this more than once a month. Anyway ... [ Flawless Theft ] ! ``

These two words, as simple they seemed, packed quite an amount of power : an invisible force slowly started clearing the impish liquid away from the Harlan F. Stone slabs ; Livia 's body also got magically cleaned, dirt removed that left her hide smooth and clean and jerk. The merely way out that remained were the back simoleons and internal wounds that the accomplishment could n't handle. Klink hesitated for a few seconds before deciding it was worth the sacrifice of a few coins, and brought a red potion out of his pocket. Sprinkling drib of it on her back and fingering her bottom lips with it seemed to do the whoremaster : from the remote she seemed as saturated as a maiden.

Relieved, the ruffians only had a few here and now of respite before they heard loud wooden wheels approaching. Robbert was back with a pushcart and canvas. He brought the vehicle near them and made a sign to Klink to make for her over. The two thieves were panicking internally as their foreman inspected the goodness, but eventually relaxed when he nodded. Robbert ogled her bosom one end time before covering her.

'' Alright, let 's go. Bos is waiting for us. ``

No questions asked.

They were safe.

For now.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -

Livia stood on a literal mountain of men, piled up highschool enough to offer her eyes a fantabulous vista of skyscrapers. Each one of them tried to homage her with words and riches ; they were barely a nudge away from falling down, and she took pleasance to tumble a few for her personal pleasure. Livia had a expectant metre, really, but it would have been greater without this pressure and itching on her back, and now something was pulling her hair.

'' Good master, ca n't you even leave me in heartsease for a few minutes - ''

She turned her head around and saw a large mastiff abusing her back, menacing of toppling her if she resisted or did n't stand in the the right way position.

'' sod off, you beast ! ``

She tried chasing him off but the dog, who could n't seem to resist his luxuria any further, ripped her clothes off and became more insistent ; it started browsing her nether realm with his tongue.

'' No, kibosh that ! God, this is disgusting ! This is ... oh - ''

It had been such a long time since she 'd had any sort of human contact that she could n't avoid enjoying this brief surge of joy, but the wrongness of the act quickly caught up, and she threw her hired man widely in an attempt to stop it. The beast was stronger, and it did not like her violent reaction, toppling her off the edge.

Livia fell, faster and faster, before body of water caught her fall.

'' insensate ! This is so co- ''

Livia woke up, drenched in weewee that blame had thrown in her steering.

'' SOB, is that a way to awaken a lady ? ``

She seemed to be in a pushcart, still bloody nude she cursed, in a depot that contained a few former vehicles of the form. There was plenty space to contain a XII wagons, and it was half filled. Where the bloody heck did they bring her ? The main thief of the band, Robbert, appeared from the position and approached to sacrifice further rescript. Livia noticed the man could still not desist from staring at her breasts. Was she that attractive or was the guy a virgin ?

'' You smell terrible, we ca n't let you see the Boss like that. There is some liquid ecstasy and H2O near the rampart ; rinse yourself. Hurry up ! ``

Not being the one to refuse a exhibitor, she complied and started cleaning herself, wetting the scoop and applying it on her peel. Somehow she had gained in grandness, so knowing that they would n't touch her anymore - at to the lowest degree until she saw their employer - she made a appearance of her soapy curves in strawman of their heart. The effect was immediate, their pent-up shafts barely holding back.

'' Here are some clothes. Dress up - exhibitionist. ``

He whispered the lowest word but she caught it nonetheless, red with shame as she recalled that it was somehow her fault for being naked in the foremost property. Livia picked up the garment offered by the thugs ; a priori it seemed like a unsophisticated dress for a villager female child, something she would only see in medieval movies.

'' Did I really ... ''

She shook her head. It was too ahead of time to conclude, she needed more entropy. Hopefully that Boss in question would leave ample answers.

Once ready, the trio led her throughout a few gangway and stairway ; Livia was quite used to large edifice, but this was something else altogether. The wall were made of Harlan F. Stone and the visible roofing of wooden beams ; achieving such a top with limited technology was not an easy job. Their leader had to bear deep pockets ; but that also made him more unsafe. She started feeling afraid : would the chief of thugs be more ruthless than his underlings ?

Their stroll through the hall finally led them to a corridor with sizable doors. Robbert knocked on the door.

'' knob, it 's me. Our guest is here. ``

'' Enter. ``

Livia 's suspicion after that strange pitch of representative was confirmed when they entered the vauntingly office. Bookshelves were lined up on the slope paries, while the centre of the room was covered by a big round carpet, with a burnt sienna desk situated at a well two third base of it. Sitting on the desk was a red-haired woman with a pretty aspect ; the dark lot under her middle and the batch of red tape surrounding her told of grievous responsibilities. She finished signing one in conclusion newspaper before freeing her abused pen, allowing herself to await at her guests.

She raised an eye-brow upon glancing at Livia, not expecting a class-less to be this gorgeous. Her nervus facialis feature film were so strange though ; why would a noncitizen, class-less none the to a lesser extent, do to this clueless urban center ? Robbert had already given her a run-down of her stark appearance in the plaza ; such as pity she could n't see her luscious curve ...

'' Thank you for bringing her here, you may go. Ask Natalia for a reward. ``

'' Yes, Ma'am. ``

The three bowed respectfully, glancing at Livia one last time before leaving them alone. The agrestic dress was fretful and well below the criterion of clothing she was used to ; the speed part was especially not adapted to her flop size, ending up with a trench and sexy cleavage for any to see. The boss madam had to focus harder than usual to not calculate down, as she tried to remain neutral to keep a lieu of power. She stood and offered a handshake.

'' Rhea Pistache, Guildmistress of the city of Bolar. Pleased to make your acquaintanceship. ``

She stood there, offering her guest a few seconds to resolve whether or not to live with the paw. Livia had noticed that this seemingly gesture was in fact the door to uncover your class and levels to others ; but Livia appreciated her announcing her name in advance and even more info on her status. She accepted the gesture, knowing well that it was the rationality she was here in the commencement office. The two pretty char shook hand, unravelling their secrets to each other.

~ rhea Pistache, [ Sex prole, 48 ]

Livia gasped. She stared at Rhea with disbelief.

'' How ? Why ? ``

'' That 's how it is here. The class system is a vicious one ; you can not deepen your own, it is fixed in stone. mischance during juvenility can lead to calamitous moment, as you can hazard. ``

Rhea left her desk and walked around her room, playing with ledger to cover her shame.

'' I have become Guildmistress to lead masses in the right direction, and prevent them from doing stupefied mistakes. But also to show up them the right way in showcase it did happen. People with the unseasonable course of instruction can still benefit guild if led well. ``

'' What about masses with no class ? ``

Livia could not refrain from asking what this madam wanted from her, not that she had anything against her philosophy. It was in good trust, but her underlings had essentially raped her, so she did not agree at all with her. Livia intrinsically guessed that the class affected something oceanic abyss, mystifying inside individuals. The languid gaze the [ Sex actor ] was surreptitiously throwing at her was all she needed to know.

'' mass in your case, with barely a few hours in this human beings - ''

Livia coughed, shocked that her secret had been seen through so rapidly.

'' - have a great opportunity. mental testing have shown that the socio-economic class is determined by the majority of the natural process you have done in this world. Plough the area long enough and you will turn a [ Farmer ] ; combat long enough, [ Soldier ] ; and so on. Do you see where I 'm going ? ``

'' You want to turn over me a particular class ? Why ? ``

'' Spot on ! For the why, I 've already explained my rhetoric. But know that I wo n't do it for spare. ``

Livia took some time to lie in on her marriage proposal. If they could flim-flam the system into giving her a splendid course of instruction, she would get a cracking friend to the Guildmistress, probably increasing her network. These win-win scenarios were not a foreign concept to Livia.

'' Could you give me More details on the type of class you have in mind for me ? ``

'' Absolutely. Research has shown that faking a theatrical role is good enough for the system to conduct that into account when deciding the stratum. Usually mass who fake an activeness for years become good at them so it does fix gumption in the long terminus. But what would bump for an individual like you who appeared only one or two hours ago, if we were to fake being royal line for an stallion hr ? ``

Livia 's optic widened when she got her point. What an ingenious trick ! Both cleaning woman stared at each other, a smile on their faces. This was bound to be the start of a bang-up relationship. Pterocnemia pennata seemed to have prepared the necessary item in forward motion as she unveiled a box containing a gorgeous pink princess clothes, a diadem and a set of silver grey cutlery.

'' Time is of essence. Shall we start ? ``

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

A few handbag of tea and bullshit royalty discussion later, Rhea americana elected that they 've had achieved the essential for a regal class.

'' With this, I promise you will get a royal stag class, either [ Princess ], [ queer ] or a derivative. Before the attribution ceremony, we shall discuss of our arrangement and draft a contract. ``

Rhea opened a drawer and extracted a paradiddle of empty parchment that looked expensive. She began inscribing the common introduction for this kind of contract bridge. Meanwhile Livia, eager to get her class, poked the stacks of document populating the desk, trying to believe of the practiced way to get more on her side of the deal. Just getting a class like that was not enough for the former theater director of HR.

'' Rhea, what do you desire in exchange of your help ? ``

'' I would care you to become my employee for a calendar month. Nothing illegal of form. I will get you meet a few people who should yield us better deals when confronted with a [ Princess ] rather than a [ Thug ] or a [ Sex Worker ], if you know what I mean. Would that be amercement with you ? ``

Rhea americana continued writing the details she just mentioned, able to argue with her guest at the Lapp time. She seemed very used with this double-play ; was this how she had obtained such an important attitude ?

'' While I appreciate your help with the class caper, I do not conceive one hr of tea is enough to buy me services for a calendar month. Henceforth on my side I would also want your help to increase my class proficiency, at level 10 minimum by the end of the calendar month. ``

Rhea suddenly paused mid-writing, raising an eye-brow at her guest.

'' layer 10 ? This is not a trivial task to achieve you know, people take years to arrive at this level. We will cause you use your class skills the entire day, are you comfortable doing so for a month ? ``

'' I am determined to not waste my fourth dimension. ``

'' Perfect, then considering that you part responsibility with this point requirement, I agree. ``

Rhea wrote all this down on the particular scroll, making Livia became increasingly interested.

'' By the way, is there any legal entity in the city to enforce contracts ? What if one of us triggers a breach of agreement ? ``

'' Legal entity ? No, nothing like that. This is magical my good. We will both agree on the collaterals, and the contract will know if it needs to put on them or not. ``

Livia was afraid to ask, but the subject area was bound to be reached at some point.

'' And what kind of collateral do you usually use, Rhea ? Monetary ? ``

'' Monetary incentives do not work here, people would n't heed losing money to go against a declaration if they could get away with a bang-up deal elsewhere. No Livia, it 's much simpler. I use death as collateral. Simple but effective. ``

Pterocnemia pennata delivered on the doubt with a deadpan expression that did n't reflect the hardness of her words. Livia was horrified ; in her life-time as a man resource manager, she had drafted probably around a thousand of tangency, and equally fired thousands. But cold murder by words on a piece of paper ?

'' I will die if I do not manage to give you a royalty-related class, or if you do not attain level 10 by the end of the month. You will die if you stop being my employee or act in a troubled manner that prevents your degree from increasing by the end of the month. Does that sound fair ? ``

'' I-is n't this a bit inordinate ? That 's a lot of death for a contract ... Why not put back it with pain for instance ? Like a big headache. ``

'' There are remedy against headache and pain in oecumenical ; some skills completely disregard them altogether. ``

Livia thought deeply about the pros and flimflam of the contract. At least for that whole month she would be under the auspices of this powerful someone, despite being her employee. And that imperial course of study would last for her entire biography in this world ! plenty to give her clock time to retrieve the info she needed to go back to her world, if possible.

'' Alright, I agree. ``

'' perfect. ``

Rhea wrote the final Holy Scripture and signed herself, before turning the parchment around.

'' signboard here with your to the full gens. ``

The scroll started shining brightly the consequence both signatures were in, the mystical experience a short one as the scroll disintegrated into mote, leaving the businesswomen to a solemn silence.

'' You did n't cite how one obtains a class. Is there a specific ceremony ? ``

Livia took the initiative, her biography depending on the acquisition of new acquisition. She had witnessed how the thieves had cornered her with ease with a simple spell, despite their low levels. What powers would she find with a royal class ? Her occupation drive got her excited at the prospect of new ventures.

'' It 's a surprisingly simple one, a small speech and a few gestures. It is usually done in a church building at mature age for unwashed people, but richer families obviously have divers strategies, some standardized to ours, to make certain their progeny get the full resultant. ``

Rhea went back to her desk to call back a document that seemed to control the extra parole in question and the gestures to follow. Livia took a few proceedings to learn them by core ; meanwhile, nandu prepared her place by closing the Windows and sprinkling the room with candles to consecrate it a solemn atmosphere. She did n't know if it really helped in the course decision-making process, but there were reasons for custom. Furthermore, this was an important event for an individual, especially for next royalty.

Livia eventually put down the sheet of paper on the desk, nodding to rhea. The latter pushed her desk further to free the rung carpet where Livia positioned herself, at the centre. She felt tense but excited, full of Bob Hope and aspiration. This was the start of her new life sentence as a powerful individual in this wild new cosmos which she knew aught about. The family she was about to obtain would settle whether her track would be an heavy or an effortless one.

The indorsement she put her knee joint on the soil and interlocked her deal in a petition, concentric Mexican valium of white Light appeared on the carpet, which seemed to be a good conductor for magical activities. Livia kept calm air and focused on her speech.

'' Heavenly Lords, I pray you.

I am confused by my own ignorance.

I have done not bad works,

But I am still lost.

Judge me for what I am,

And impose upon myself the [ socio-economic class ] that I deserve ! ``

The proud ceremony reached a peak with the live on sentence. nandu had forgotten about the ceremonial occasion, hers having been done in such a spate old age ago. It was only because she was now a spectator that she could remark the transcendent heavenly choir, and the sparkle rays of easy falling through the ceiling. She swore she could somehow learn voicelessness in the background signal, something resembling old men arguing over terra incognita affair.

Meanwhile Livia was still kneeled down, oculus closed and sweat flowing down her forefront. This was too much to comprehend in a day. She could not expect to get a honorable night of sleep. Could n't they just hurry up ?

They seemed to react to her mentation as the lightshow abruptly ended. Rhea hurried to the windows to get some day in, before staring at Livia, trying to guess her new class from afar. The platinum-blonde char looked as gorgeous as she did before, maybe slightly more levy. Rhea guessed her charisma would improve with additional levels. But amid all the good news, her instinct told her that something was amiss. Did n't Livia appear more, foxy, than usual ?

'' Rhea, hurry up ! ``

Livia rushed to grab Pterocnemia pennata 's mitt, not leaving the latter the time to prepare herself. After all, their contract dictated that she would die if the class was n't royalty related. This was heavy matter, not that she could n't empathise her excitement.

She eventually shook her manus, and slowly raised her point to learn her new Friend 's clean class.

~ Livia Mark Clark, [ Cross-Breeding Slut-Princess ]

Rhea threw up .