Struggling to pull off the starfish, grimacing as their tentacles pull against the tender flesh of my breasts. Looking down, at the small round, red patches covering my breasts. Hopefully, these would go away in a few days’ time I would hate to look like a pin cushion for the rest of the week. Yanking the fishing net over my head, securing it with seaweed, just as someone rushed into my room unannounced.
“My lady, forgive me for the intrusion, but I needed to make my way to you as soon as I could.” Rambled an out of breath maid, I had not met yet.
“Good morning, who do I have the pleasure of speaking with in my personal chambers so early?” I inquired, as I finished tying the last string not turning to look at her fully just yet.
“My name is Bianca, my lady. It is an honor and privilege
