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Micah stood quietly beside Fin in the throne room as she fiddled with the hem of her sleeves. She had arrived a few moments ago, and after earning several looks from the sausage party in the room, it was definitely getting awkward. Though she had to admit, at least the dress fit her perfectly. It was mostly gold lace with a free flowing metallic skirt that nearly touched the floor. The top of it clung tightly to her torso, a laced up emerald corset that pushed her breasts into a rather desirable position. She had pinned up her whirling locks allowing a few strands to fall effortlessly in her face. Fin was having a hard time not making eye contact with her. He had scooped her arm almost instantly, struggling to suppress his immaculate smile as they wait
