And Amelia began to move.
Awkwardly, awkwardly.
Movements that could by no means be called beautiful.
She fidgeted her feet to hide embarrassment, and her gaze swam.
Comical. It could not be helped if she were evaluated that way.
But even so.
She was desperate.
Even if she discarded her pride, to protect the future.
Amelia performed each movement believing Rigel would be pleased.
But even that effort
was to Rigel only one entertainment among others.
"You can do it if you try! As expected of the Fifth Princess! There's something to having a fine bloodline!!"
Words like cheers sounded like irony.
Amelia shouted while trembling with her face bright red.
"Sh-shut up… If you're excited, just violate me already…!"
Amelia shouted while trembling with anger and shame.
She had warped her face enough to seem about to cry any moment.
She had never thought she would be made to imitate a prostitute selling herself to a man.
