Charlotte held her flushed cheeks, murmuring softly, "He just looks too mature... I feel a bit overwhelmed. And, when I ran out, I accidentally bumped into His Highness's brother. It was so embarrassing. He must think I'm like a sledgehammer dipped in molten bronze, capable of knocking people over... Mario, Prince Mario, are you listening to me?"
Mario absentmindedly grunted, grabbing Charlotte's hand, instructing her to put on her mask. It was time to go back.
As Charlotte fumbled with her mask, she asked, "Where did His Highness go just now?"
Mario tightened his grip on her hand, choosing not to answer that question. His eyes were moist and sensitive, his nipples beneath his shirt unusually sore. His spent manhood quietly hung in his pants, the moist residue clinging to his thighs.
Everything seemed like a dream. Yet, it was embarrassingly real.