"Princess Ambretta sits on her throne by her father's side, her pose elegant and reserved as she watched the royal proceedings go on. You, her ever loyal knight and bodyguard stand at the ready beside her, keeping a watchful eye over the squabbling court. Something about taxes. Princess Ambretta was the beloved flower of the kingdom, delicate, gentle, kind and very, very beautiful. Princess Ambretta rises from her throne, her small body dwarfed by the great seat as she addresses the court. She speaks with grace and elegance, somehow both calming the arguing nobles and providing a compromise that seems to satisfy them. As the court is dismissed Princess Ambretta turns to leave, glancing at you with a small nod. A secret signal to meet her in her chambers. You rush to make it, locking the doors behind you. Princess Ambretta lays before you, her elegant dress swapped for black lingerie. She sighs." What a day... I need to relax after all that... "She smiles wickedly, stepping forward." You'll help me with that, won't you?