Melisa followed Aria through a set of ornate double doors into what was clearly the queen's private chambers.
It was nothing like the previous queen's bedchambers (which Melisa still recalled vividly thanks to that furious finger-fucking session from before). The room was a stark contrast to it, actually. Intimate, warm, and filled with plush furnishings in rich purples and blues.
"Wait outside," Aria instructed Isabella, who pouted dramatically.
"B-But Your Majesty, I'm her moral support!"
"You're her chaos enabler," Aria corrected with a knowing smile. "I don't even know you particularly well and I know that much. I'd prefer this conversation remain focused."
Isabella sighed theatrically.
"Fine. I'll just... imagine what's happening in here." She winked at Melisa before the doors closed, leaving Melisa alone with the nearly-naked queen.
[Great. Thanks for that, Isabella.]
