HF: Cora pg 05 (Patreon)

THERE SHE IS. Lost my usual font but then found it again after I was done and had rasterized everything so like, enjoy a very brief font change lmao.

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An out of frame hand pulls back the curtain of a tent. Cora stands hesitantly looking over his shoulder, wearing a white cropped tank top and bikini bottom.

She led me to these real fancy lookin' tents on the outskirts of town. I was bathed, given this skimpy outfit, and led to the main tent.

The feeling I got before entering...it was like I was walking into a pair of hungry jaws. Then I went in. And I saw Her.

The Duchess sits in an ornate wooden chair, like something a bishop or queen would sit in. A red pillow with gold trim and tassels props her up as she reclines lazily, adorned in gold, jewels, pearls, and a red bikini with white lace. She looks over with half-lidded eyes through gold, round, half-rim glasses.

She looked at me like I was a piece of jewelry she was thinkin' about buying--and I instantly wanted her to buy me. When she spoke, it was like she dripped honey in my ears and was licking it back out.

"Hello there, you pretty little thing. It seems you've been causing a bit of a stir. Approach. I would like to examine you, personally."