The first thing that Isaac was welcomed with after bringing the oil was the display of the Queen's cherry pot. His body froze in surprise as he beheld her vulva. Margaret looked unbothered as she had her eyes closed. could it be that she wasn't aware that her legs were open? Or did she just do that on purpose? He could not believe his eyes as the sight before him felt surreal and even at that moment, he didn't know which step to take -- whether he was to continue the massage like that with her legs open and her cherry pot visible, or he should just pick a towel and cover up so that he would be able to concentrate.
The latter seemed like a good idea to him and so he picked up the towel that was lying beside her and covered her with it.
"No," the voice of the queen interrupted him. "I don't want it. Take it off." Margaret told him still with her eyes closed.
"Your Majesty, y-"