A cake.
A princess.
A duke.
Two princes.
A king.
A loyal servant.
A knight.
And finally, a perverted, man-obsessed redhead—born into nobility but better suited for brothel work.
Quite a party sat around the table. Everyone there sampled the cake in unison, as silence filled the room. Corina quickly broke the silence with her moans, relishing the delicate flavor of the cake. "Oh. Oh!"
Of course, the moaning turned Alexander on. He was thankful he had the table covering his lap.
Lazarus raised his brow as he shoved his fork into his mouth. "Ugh. It's too fruity."
"You don't care for fruit?" Nadine questioned. "The flavor is remarkable."
"Nah. I hate most fruit."
"Then what do you enjoy eating?"
"Meat!"
Corina put her fork down and waved her finger at her brother. "No wonder you have trouble pooing."