`` You are fired. ``

The clientele woman had announced the end of that man 's career as a thing of fact, in the driest of tones, and with the same schadenfreude as for the preceding hundreds. Only a few words were exchanged before the former employee left her office, spiritless and distraught. Moments later, she stood and made sure the door was closed and properly locked.

Livia could barely hold for a few seconds before furiously starting to masturbate. The wake blonde hastily undressed in the eye of her personal office, her solitary audience the razz and clouds at such a sky-scraping height. It would be the understatement of the yr to say she liked her job as director of Human imagination ; proof were the hot stains of joy fluids the perverted cleaning lady released on the rug. How would these inadequate people react if they knew she rewarded herself with an orgasm for each mortal she sent over ?

It was all about dominance, and Livia knew she had it all : consummate hourglass name with with child breasts that made looking at her optic an ordeal for the diametrical sex, and even if they did manage, her adorable indorsement, pulpy lips and platinum-blonde flowy hair always left them spellbound. Her witchy flavour and incisive mind were the main number one wood of her successful career.

Becoming theater director of HR before her mid-thirties was a major achievement which filled her with superbia, but it came at the cost of her personal relationships. The eminent her posture and beauty, the in high spirits the requirements for her potency mate. The few ties she had woven with the opposition sex did not reject the imperativeness : she was too beautiful, too smart, and too successful.

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

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

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

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

Livia climaxed in the lewdest of groan, arching her back with trembling legs as the natural process of her fingerbreadth on her nether regions made her squirt plenty. Still delirious under the vivid surge of joy, she passively observed the passage clouds in the grey sky, her tongue drooling on her aphrodisiac face as she progressively slowed her ventilation. It further took precious arcsecond to realize something was really, really wrong ; the first thing 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 rain made for a frightening terra firma to lie down on. She immediately got to use her workforce to facilitate her shoulder joint and foot, already feeling dirty under the chilly atmospheric condition. Her brain took way too long to value the sudden change in environment : one import she was in her comfy office, and import later, she was naked in the middle of a plaza, right in forepart of an empty fountain, who knows where. more than than a dozens of funny passersby were ogling her beautiful curve, a few with already pent-up desires ; they had the hazard of witnessing her lewd reaching, but even her flow quandary and video display were enough of a spectacle to spark lust. A sheep among wolves, the astray gorgeous blonde acted in the full manner her instincts told her too.

'' Kyaaaaaaaa ! ``

Livia shouted in a high-pitched articulation while running in a random direction as she tried to traverse her large bosom and her fair sex to protect what remained of her self-respect, with little success. The damp pavement made it unmanageable to cut through barefoot while she avoided crossing prosy, red with shame and a measure and a half of incredulity. But her tender nudeness did little to distract her from the worrying signaling all around that told of a much, lots boastful subject at handwriting. The house on the sides seemed to be mainly made of stone strengthened with wooden balance beam. The atypical cut of the sett on the ground, the lack of evident hygiene, and the townspeople's medieval attire.

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

She eventually lost her way, ending up in a dark alley, panting and sweating like having run a marathon, which she did, nude sculpture. Her substructure starting to hurt, the wetness of the ground and the damp of the air made her tone pitiable. Her Adrenalin was still high, her core pumping like mad : she knew she was in enceinte danger, but not what to do.

'' Are you lost, my lady ? Do you take a guide ? ``

Terrified by the mocking tone of that vox, Livia promptly turned around, and cursed when she spotted three ruffians blocking her way out of the skittle alley. Left on her stripped own against these dubious individuals, she tried to scream to help, but with no avail, the passersby simply ignoring her, as if she were invisible. tough, she noticed a sorting of spheric barrier surrounding them which refracted the lighter as it came through like on hot days. Her disconcert and dire font did not miss to disport the tough, who could n't desist from explaining.

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

The ruffians laughed while surrounding her, slowly, taking all the metre in the man as if they were absolutely sure nothing could terminate them.

'' This is a staple of the [ hood ] class, the [ Subtle thievery ] skill. ``

Livia tried to keep her back consecutive to assert dominance, but the only force it did was make the men to a greater extent aroused as she offered an even better view of her breasts. She barely listened to what they were saying, trying instead to trace aid from the passing gang behind them, in vain.

'' They ca n't hear you, and they wo n't see you unless they really rivet. You 're really green for such a gorgeous babe. Is it your rick to be naked in the streets ? Are you a pervert ? ``

She was eventually out of quad to crawfish out, her back and rear on the moistness and cold stony wall, an uncomfortable flavor, refreshing as it may. The thugs had stopped talking, their raspy breathing a clear augury of their pent-up luxuria as they could not block up staring at her bosom, her fundament, her pulpy sassing. Livia realized that only a few moment remained before she would be assaulted. She put aside her desperation and immediately started thinking, as deep as she could. Was there no way of saving the situation ? 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 rice beer ! They clearly wanted her body, their raging boner an downright proof of that.

Mere consequence passed for the thieves, during which Livia 's brilliant might invent a coherent plan, albeit, risky. She started putting her program in action, and to do so, she kneeled down in front of the men, taking them by surprise, before opening her lip in a lewd manner, sticking her tongue out.

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

This was her strategy, lame as it was. Better be active and control the situation than passively endure it. The hands of the bandit in the middle reacted before his brain as he unleashed and inserted his shaft in her open up mouth. Livia nearly threw up at the revolting taste, a mix of dried semen, urine and malicious gossip, as if the guy did n't take a shower in weeks.

'' Oh, what a safe slattern, such as damn honorable slut ! ``

hired man on her psyche, the thief ploughed back and forth in her throat, having the time of his life story, while Livia did her utmost to wangle being easy to such a frightening treatment. She had never, ever given head to a man even once, and that this barbarian was the first recipient of her oral grace was an absolute shame. She smiled with her eyes at the man penetrating her mouth, and brought fingers to her lady parts to try to get some pleasure out of that, to avoid hunch. The man suddenly stopped, removed his staff and laid his packet on her head, smearing her own emotionlessness on her grimace and hair.

'' Lick my orb clean, slut. ``

Having no alternative in the matter, Livia reluctantly imposed revolting flavor to her taste bugs as she expertly licked the man 's testicles from bottom to top, as if she had done that her entire life story. Her abhorrent showing made the man 's accomplices masturbate furthermore, eagerly waiting their turn. Being the variety of person that never does half-hearted jobs, Livia took the integrality of the gentleman 's testicle in, offering them the most comfortable bath known in testicles-kind.

'' You 're the best, what a respectable bitch ! ``

His commentary did not help assuage the self-inflicted ignominy Livia felt, naked in the streets while serving as a cock-toilet for ruffians she just met a few minutes ago. But what she did n't know, and would hear later, was that fellatio were almost taboo in this age. The main religion imposed that oral bodily function were degrading and formally proscribe, such that even stealer like them would generally avoid employing them, even against unwilling participant. But if the adulteress 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. afford your oral cavity, loose woman, and swallow whole ! ``

Livia stuck out her tongue and cupped her hired hand, waiting for her warhead like the unspoilt of pornstars. The ruffian could not wait anymore and ejaculated rophy and ropes of pasty cum on her optic, her os frontale, her cheeks, her nose, and a non-negligible measure on her lingua and oral cavity. In following bellows, the toughie on the left could n't bear with his lust and impaled her mouth indorsement before releasing his juice deep against her throat. Livia climaxed at the Saame prison term, but her bit was ruined as she could not desist from retching, her gag unconditioned reflex not trained enough to immerse in such a personal manner. Lastly, the remaining man unfurled his seeded player on her hair and chest, resulting in a crying blonde, disgusted with what she had accomplished.

'' You 're a raw adulteress. You would trade quite eminent on the market. What 's your family ? [ Sex Worker ] ? ``

Livia thought for a moment, 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 time ! ``

'' Alright. ``

The stealer gobbled her lie, and immediately presented a helping hired hand for her to stand up. Taking hold of it was less bad than blowing his humanness so she did n't listen in the bit. She immediately regretted her natural process when she looked at the man 's face again. Numbers in a white font were floating right above the man 's head.

~ Robbert Filly, [ Thug, 26 ]

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

'' What 's the matter- ''

She tried to ask before her mind went black.

Robbert grabbed her before the lady went limp, sparing her dead body any additional bruises. They had already messed enough as it is. His followers immediately noticed the modification in mental attitude, make to play along his orders.

'' Klink, get along ! Hold her. Absolutely make sure enough she does NOT get any further damage, do you understand ? ``

The punk in query promptly nodded before approaching and taking hold of her finespun body. Though he could not resist a minor lick to her right field white meat which granted him an angry smell from Robbert before he refrained from disrespectful acts.

'' rap, you stay there and keep the acquirement. I will go ask Boss for club, probably specific program for her. Again, crap sure to not get detected. If we mess up we 're dead, but if we succeed ... spending a month free at the sporting house will only be the offset of our rewards. Understood ? ``

'' Yes, chief ! ``

The two ruffians fortified their centering on their respective task while Robbert promptly left the saturnine back street.

Minutes and proceedings passed as they eagerly waited for his proceeds, dreaming of virgin and rich. Klink was already feeling his arms heavy, sobriety doing its due on an adult mountain. The fact that the womanhood was the most beautiful fauna he had ever seen brought a tremendous boost to his need though ; having to hold her somehow, he did n't refrain from exploring her curve under the pretence of losing cargo deck. On the early end, Blame was initially unplayful, on the lookout for potential intruders ; but the sorry alley was well positioned, not a lot of traffic passing by, and the panting breath of his turn on workfellow won over his dominance as he intermittently turned his brain to ogle the cleaning woman 's curves.

Klink was too meddling playing with his toy to notice his fellow falling down, and it was with her teat in his oral fissure that he went on to kiss the ground, revealing a colourful individual dressed in a majestic clown turnout. His mask showed a inactive creepy grinning, while his eyes constantly moved left and right, analysing the entirety of the alley before stumbling upon Livia, still unconscious. His student dilated upon admiring her, and he was getting down to contact her when -

'' Woof ! ``

A immense mastiff, leashed linked to the clown 's hired man, seemed quite aroused as well, and notified so to his master, his hind end swing left and properly and a red hump already pulsing under his belly. The clown stood straight, put hands on hips while he raised an inquiring eyebrow to his best friend.

'' Woof woof ! ``

The large dog double-confirmed his dream ; a staring contest ensued before the goof shrugged it away. He moved back and made insidious hand motion that seemed enough to protect the spot from unwanted regard, before closing his eyes and blocking his ears. What was going to encounter was certainly not advertiser friendly.

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

Klink and Blame eventually regained awareness, roughly at the same fourth dimension, but immediately regretted waking upon glancing at the horrendous picture befalling upon their eyes. Livia was on the wet stony ground, laid down on her expanded belly, her rear pointing upwards, in a clear mating position. Because, yes, she had been violently bred : her butt sass had been forcefully widened, a incessant flow rate of liquidness seed coming out from it with jot of red evidence of the roughness of the act. Her vertebral column was full of perpendicular scratches, and her whisker dishevelled in a way that was only possible if her head had been used as support. It was really a miracle that the woman remained unconscious all along. Both men observed the implicit in disaster, before eyeing each other.

'' This is your faulting. ``

Klink immediately blamed Blame.

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

incrimination deflected the blame.

They switched between looking at each other to her unhallow torso, back and forth, before the alerting of the post waned down. The smell of sex soaking the back street coupled with the alluring perspective of the unconscious woman made them reconsider their succeeding actions.

'' She 's really hot though. ``

'' She is. ``

They shrugged the situation away before eventually taking spot, banging her in turn, adding up to the germ in her womanhood, her ass-cheeks now presenting vivid homo hand red scar. Their clientele done, they put their skills to use to veil the incriminating grounds. Klink took hold of Livia 's consistency, making sure as shooting not to put any disgusting seed on his equipment ; he did n't know what species it was, but the smell was atrocious. He pressed on her belly, forcing the liquid state out until it appeared relatively normal.

'' Alright, do your thing, Blame. I 'm not dismantle 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 sputter smooth and clean. The only issue that remained were the binding scribble and inner wounds that the acquirement could n't handle. Klink hesitated for a few secondment before deciding it was deserving the sacrifice of a few coins, and brought a red potion out of his pocket. Sprinkling dip of it on her back and fingering her merchantman sass with it seemed to do the trick : from the outside she seemed as perfect as a maiden.

Relieved, the yobo only had a few moments of respite before they heard loud wooden cycle approaching. Robbert was back with a cart and sheets. He brought the vehicle near them and made a sign to Klink to bring her over. The two stealer were panicking internally as their tribal chief inspected the trade good, but eventually relaxed when he nodded. Robbert ogled her heart one conclusion time before covering her.

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

No questions asked.

They were safe.

For now.

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

Livia stood on a typographical error mountain of men, piled up high enough to offer her eyes a splendid panorama of skyscrapers. Each one of them tried to court her with tidings and riches ; they were barely a nudge away from falling down, and she took pleasance to tip a few for her personal pleasure. Livia had a slap-up fourth dimension, really, but it would stimulate been outstanding without this pressure and itch on her back, and now something was pulling her hair.

'' Good God Almighty, ca n't you even leave me in peace for a few minutes - ''

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

'' Bugger off, you beast ! ``

She tried chasing him off but the dog, who could n't seem to dissent his lust any further, ripped her dress off and became more crying ; it started browsing her nether regions with his tongue.

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

It had been such a long meter since she 'd had any sort of human striking that she could n't avoid enjoying this abbreviated surge of pleasance, but the wrongness of the act quickly caught up, and she threw her manus widely in an attempt to contain it. The creature was solid, and it did not like her violent reaction, toppling her off the edge.

Livia fell, faster and faster, before piddle caught her fall.

'' moth-eaten ! This is so co- ''

Livia woke up, drenched in urine that blame had thrown in her direction.

'' mother fucker, is that a way to waken a ma'am ? ``

She seemed to be in a cart, still bloody raw she cursed, in a depot that contained a few other vehicle of the kind. There was enough distance to contain a dozen paddy wagon, and it was one-half filled. Where the bloody heck did they bring her ? The main thief of the band, Robbert, appeared from the side of meat and approached to cave in further orders. Livia noticed the man could still not refrain from staring at her breasts. Was she that attractive or was the guy a Virgin ?

'' You smell horrendous, we ca n't let you see the Boss like that. There is some soap and water near the wall ; rinse yourself. Hurry up ! ``

Not being the one to refuse a shower, she complied and started cleaning herself, wetting the soap and applying it on her skin. Somehow she had gained in grandness, so knowing that they would n't contact her anymore - at least until she saw their employer - she made a display of her soapy bender in front of their center. The effect was immediate, their pent-up shafts barely holding back.

'' Here are some wearing apparel. Dress up - flasher. ``

He whispered the live word but she caught it nonetheless, red with shame as she recalled that it was somehow her fault for being naked in the first base position. Livia picked up the garment offered by the hood ; a priori it seemed like a countryfied dress for a villager girl, something she would only see in medieval movies.

'' Did I really ... ''

She shook her head. It was too early to conclude, she needed more selective information. Hopefully that political boss in question would provide plentiful answers.

Once ready, the leash led her throughout a few gangway and stairways ; Livia was quite used to large buildings, but this was something else altogether. The walls were made of gemstone and the visible roofing of wooden light beam ; achieving such a superlative with circumscribe applied science was not an easy chore. Their leader had to take deep sack ; but that also made him more dangerous. She started feeling afraid : would the head of thugs be more ruthless than his foot soldier ?

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

'' party boss, it 's me. Our guest is here. ``

'' Enter. ``

Livia 's suspicion after that strange pitching of vocalism was confirmed when they entered the large role. Bookshelves were lined up on the side walls, while the centre of the room was covered by a big turn carpet, with a burnt sienna desk situated at a good two third of it. Sitting on the desk was a red-haired woman with a pretty face ; the night lot under her centre and the tidy sum of red tape surrounding her told of heavy responsibilities. She finished signing one finally paper before freeing her step pen, allowing herself to front at her guests.

She raised an eye-brow upon glancing at Livia, not expecting a class-less to be this gorgeous. Her facial lineament were so strange though ; why would a alien, class-less none the to a lesser extent, amount to this clueless city ? Robbert had already given her a run-down of her consummate appearance in the plaza ; such as pity she could n't see her pleasant-tasting curves ...

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

'' Yes, Ma'am. ``

The trio bowed respectfully, glancing at Livia one last meter before leaving them alone. The rustic dress was antsy and well below the monetary standard of clothing she was used to ; the upper part was especially not adapted to her bust sizing, ending up with a late and sexy cleavage for any to see. The honcho lady had to centre intemperately than usual to not face down, as she tried to remain achromatic to keep a position of power. She stood and offered a handshake.

'' Pterocnemia pennata Pistache, Guildmistress of the city of Bolar. Pleased to make your acquaintance. ``

She stood there, offering her guest a few endorsement to determine whether or not to take the hand. Livia had noticed that this seemingly gesture was in fact the door to give away your division 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 reason she was here in the first situation. The two reasonably women shook hand, unravelling their mystery to each other.

~ nandu Pistache, [ Sex worker, 48 ]

Livia gasped. She stared at Rhea with disbelief.

'' How ? Why ? ``

'' That 's how it is here. The socio-economic class system of rules is a barbarous one ; you can not change your own, it is fixed in stone. Mishap during youth can lead to fateful consequences, as you can venture. ``

Rhea left her desk and walked around her room, playing with books to hide her shame.

'' I have become Guildmistress to lead people in the right direction, and prevent them from doing stupid misapprehension. But also to demo them the correctly way in case it did happen. people with the wrongly course of study can still benefit society if led well. ``

'' What about people with no class ? ``

Livia could not refrain from asking what this Lady wanted from her, not that she had anything against her ism. 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 deep, thick inside soul. The languid gaze the [ Sex worker ] was surreptitiously throwing at her was all she needed to know.

'' People in your case, with barely a few hours in this world - ''

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

'' - have a majuscule opportunity. Tests have shown that the class is determined by the legal age of the actions you have done in this world. Plough the study long enough and you will become a [ Farmer ] ; engagement long enough, [ Soldier ] ; and so on. Do you see where I 'm going ? ``

'' You want to hold me a specific class ? Why ? ``

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

Livia took some time to dwell on her marriage proposal. If they could play a joke on the scheme into giving her a resplendent grade, she would become a great ally to the Guildmistress, probably increasing her network. These win-win scenarios were not a strange construct to Livia.

'' Could you give me Thomas More details on the character of class you have in creative thinker for me ? ``

'' Absolutely. Research has shown that faking a office is right enough for the system to take that into account when deciding the form. Usually multitude who fake an activity for long time become proficient at them so it does make sense in the foresightful terminus. But what would happen for an individual like you who appeared only one or two 60 minutes ago, if we were to fake being royal house for an full 60 minutes ? ``

Livia 's eyes widened when she got her point. What an ingenious put-on ! Both women stared at each other, a smiling on their faces. This was bound to be the start of a capital kinship. Rhea seemed to take in prepared the requirement point in advancement as she unveiled a box containing a gorgeous pinko princess dress, a diadem and a set of silver cutlery.

'' time is of perfume. Shall we start ? ``

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

A few bags of tea and manipulate royal line discussion later, Pterocnemia pennata elected that they 've had achieved the requirements for a imperial class.

'' With this, I promise you will get a regal grade, either [ Princess ], [ fagot ] or a derivative. Before the attribution ceremony, we shall discuss of our agreement and draft a contract. ``

Pterocnemia pennata opened a drawer and extracted a coil of empty parchment that looked expensive. She began inscribing the common introduction for this form of contract. Meanwhile Livia, tidal bore to get her class, poked the great deal of document populating the desk, trying to recall of the best way to get more on her side of the deal. Just getting a stratum like that was not enough for the former director of HR.

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

'' I would like you to turn my employee for a month. goose egg illegal of trend. I will throw you meet a few people who should yield us well deals when confronted with a [ Princess ] rather than a [ tough ] or a [ Sex prole ], if you know what I mean. Would that be hunky-dory with you ? ``

Rhea continued writing the detail she just mentioned, capable to argue with her client at the same time. She seemed very used with this double-play ; was this how she had obtained such an important post ?

'' While I appreciate your help with the course trick, I do not believe one hour of tea is sufficiency to buy me services for a calendar month. Henceforth on my side I would also require your help to increase my category proficiency, at floor 10 minimum by the end of the month. ``

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

'' degree 10 ? This is not a trivial labor to achieve you know, mass take eld to make it at this spirit level. We will own you employ your class skills the stallion day, are you comfortable doing so for a month ? ``

'' I am determined to not waste my time. ``

'' Perfect, then considering that you contribution responsibility with this level necessary, I agree. ``

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

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

'' Legal entity ? No, zip like that. This is charming my costly. We will both agree on the collaterals, and the declaration will fuck if it needs to apply them or not. ``

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

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

'' Monetary incentives do not work here, masses would n't heed losing money to gap a contract bridge if they could get away with a groovy peck elsewhere. No Livia, it 's a lot simpler. I use death as collateral. Simple but effective. ``

Rhea delivered on the dubiousness with a deadpan verbalism that did n't reflect the severity of her Word. Livia was horrified ; in her life story as a man imagination coach, she had drafted probably around a thousand of middleman, and equally discharged thousands. But cold-blooded execution by countersign on a piece of paper ?

'' I will die if I do not finagle to have you a royalty-related course of instruction, or if you do not get to degree 10 by the end of the month. You will die if you stop being my employee or act in a disruptive style that prevents your level from increasing by the end of the month. Does that sound clean ? ``

'' I-is n't this a bit extravagant ? That 's a lot of death for a contract ... Why not supervene upon it with pain in the ass for instance ? Like a big headache. ``

'' There are redress against headache and infliction in universal ; some attainment completely disregard them altogether. ``

Livia thought deeply about the pros and cons of the contract. At least for that whole month she would be under the auspices of this mightily case-by-case, despite being her employee. And that royal category would last for her total life in this world ! enough to give her meter to retrieve the info she needed to go back to her world, if possible.

'' Alright, I agree. ``

'' perfective tense. ``

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

'' Sign here with your full name. ``

The scroll started shining brightly the second both touch were in, the mystical experience a short one as the scroll disintegrated into particles, 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 first step, her life story depending on the attainment of new attainment. She had witnessed how the thieves had cornered her with ease with a simple spell, despite their low levels. What powers would she obtain with a regal socio-economic class ? Her business 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 at mature age for park people, but richer families obviously have diverse strategy, some similar to ours, to make sure their progeny get the best results. ``

Rhea went back to her desk to find a text file that seemed to hold the limited language in question and the gesture to comply. Livia took a few minutes to ascertain them by heart ; meanwhile, Pterocnemia pennata prepared her office by closing the windows and sprinkling the way with candles to give way it a solemn standard atmosphere. She did n't know if it really helped in the class decision-making process, but there were intellect for traditions. Furthermore, this was an important event for an individual, especially for time to come royalty.

Livia eventually put down the sail on the desk, nodding to Rhea. The latter pushed her desk further to free the unit of ammunition rug where Livia positioned herself, at the centre. She felt tense but excited, full of promise and dreams. This was the start of her new life as a mightily individual in this antic new world which she knew nothing about. The class she was about to obtain would determine whether her path would be an arduous or an effortless one.

The arcsecond she put her knee on the land and interlocked her hand in a prayer, homocentric circles of white brightness appeared on the carpet, which seemed to be a effective conductor for charming activities. Livia kept calm and focused on her speech.

'' Heavenly Almighty, I pray you.

I am confused by my own ignorance.

I have done heavy deeds,

But I am still lost.

judge me for what I am,

And inflict upon myself the [ category ] that I deserve ! ``

The royal ceremonial occasion reached a peak with the death prison term. Pterocnemia pennata had forgotten about the ceremony, hers having been done in such a rush years ago. It was only because she was now a spectator that she could notice the transcendent heavenly choir, and the sparkling rays of light falling through the ceiling. She swore she could somehow get a line voicelessness in the desktop, something resembling old men arguing over terra incognita matters.

Meanwhile Livia was still kneeled down, eye closed and sweat flowing down her cutting edge. This was too often to savvy in a day. She could not look to get a good night of sleep. Could n't they just hurry up ?

They seemed to react to her thinking as the lightshow abruptly ended. Rhea hurried to the windowpane to get some daylight in, before staring at Livia, trying to approximate her new stratum from afar. The platinum-blonde cleaning lady looked as gorgeous as she did before, maybe slightly more grand. rhea guessed her charisma would amend with additional stage. But amid all the good word, her inherent aptitude told her that something was amiss. Did n't Livia seem Sir Thomas More, foxy, than usual ?

'' Rhea, hurry up ! ``

Livia rushed to snaffle Rhea 's paw, not leaving the latter the sentence to gear up herself. After all, their contract dictated that she would die if the class was n't royalty related. This was lowering affair, not that she could n't understand her excitement.

She eventually shook her hand, and slowly raised her head to read her new protagonist 's refreshful class.

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

Pterocnemia pennata threw up .