Chapter 136 – Getting Ready to Meet the Family

Inside the bath, we don't interact much. Our maids do all the work cleaning us, just as I did so many times in the brothel. It is nice being on the receiving end of the deal.

Shimmer still hides away. The water distorts her features as the maids wash her body. Despite the clean water, the green color simulates a forest and colors the water, limiting how much I can see below its surface.

Aurora takes control, directing Shyla and Annoris, who had somehow shown up. The three women work quickly to wash me, teasing me with their hands in every nook and cranny. But they took great care to wash my giant wings after their first flight in years, so I have to forgive them for the tease.

Aurora carefully washes my long hair, taking it inch by inch. My already silky hair has a new shiny look. The light brightens as she cleans. My slavery keeps me from doing anything with it. All it can do is hang, weighing my head down.

Once my hair was cleaned, I was done with the bath. But Geta was waiting for me. With her short hair and missing wings, I'm sure she was watching me for a while.

"Ready to see if I can fake my way through a massage?" Geta asks.

"I guess," I say, walking over to the small table I used before. I lie down on my stomach and prepare for the brute's attempt.

The first touch is gentle on my calf. Calloused hands are careful not to destroy my muscles, but they do little to relax them. But the sensation of being waited on, of being pampered, lets me enjoy the strange feeling.

Geta doesn't spend much time on each muscle. I guess she knows she isn't doing much and doesn't want to waste a lot of time. Geta's hands are careful to avoid my truly sensitive spots. This is much better than the tease the maids had given me earlier.

When Geta reaches my back, I expand my wings a bit so she can get my muscles. Her hands move over the sore muscles, still reeling from the short, disastrous flight.

Next time I'll stay in the field and have a nice landing. Look like a proper dragon if you ignore the damn collar around my neck.

"Can you flip over for me, dear?" Geta asks in her low voice.

The table doesn't really have a good way for me to lay on my back, but I'll live. Take the pampering when they give it. So, I fold my wings and do my best.

Settling down, I feel a hole open up and let my tail fall through.

I'm not sure if I should be mad about it or not. Probably not; it is more comfortable. But something about it pisses me off.

I guess years of dealing with stupid tables is getting to me a little.

Geta ignores my irrational hatred and starts on my thighs, her hands working ever closer to my growing erection as I stare at her naked body.

She once again avoids teasing me with her hands. Just her form taunts me, and I guess that is mainly self-inflicted.

I close my eyes and try to forget the image of Geta working my muscles. Her chiseled abs, massive chest, and amazing arms ask me to breed her.

Stop thinking about her, Alzi. You don't even get to have sex with your wives. No, your wives will just hand you out to other women to fuck. Likely to buy, sorry, I mean build, support for the Princess. I'm still working as a brothel girl.

I mean, they just let you fly. Sure, they forgot to tell you about the invisible fence that will make you fall out of the sky like a little kid who doesn't know her limits. Maids can give me commands and most of the wives ignore me. Someone else sets the routine, and I still have the damn collar shocking me.

"Sorry Alzi. I'm not great at being soft," Geta says as she finishes up. "But I hope it helps a little bit."

"I feel better," I say.

"Good. Good," Geta says, patting my belly. "I would've gone a bit longer, but our maids are giving me a threatening look. Syro and Shimmer had already left to get ready for dinner. I know you don't care about it, but it is a big thing for us. Most of them haven't met you yet. Please don't be mad at them for that. Me and Shimmer have been taking all your free time."

"I hate them just as much as the rest," I mumble, shuffling off the table. Aurora takes my arm and gently leads me out of the bath.

Geta mumbles something behind me, but I don't care enough to try and decipher what she says. Aurora just keeps me moving towards the changing room.

"Sorry, my Lady, but we really must get going," She says. "I was hoping to start getting you changed half an hour ago, but I did not want to interrupt your time with Lady Geta." We pass right through the changing room, a loose robe covering my body and soft slippers get attached to my feet.

Aurora doesn't slow down until we make it to my room on the fourth floor. Shyla and Annoris are waiting inside with a complicated purple dress out, floating in the air. Their faces are stoic as they stand, waiting to force me into the dress.

But Aurora has me sit down at my desk first. A mirror is now attached to the back, forcing me to look at my tired face.

I don't have any of the normal signs of a hard life; my mana is making sure to erase all of that. But my eyes don't lie. The years of slavery can be gleamed in the swirl of color if you look hard enough.

Or just look at the damn collar around my neck.

"What is this for?" I ask.

"Makeup, my Lady," Aurora responds. Brushes and makeup fill the desk. "You do not really need any. Your mana and classes do an excellent job. But I think we should add a bit of flare to your look. You are an amazing woman, Alzi, and I wish to show that to them. To show the woman they are keeping locked away."

"Do what you want," I tell her. I think back to the time I found Mother's little makeup set. I never saw her use it except for the night I found it.

After applying the makeup, I ran around for hours until she came home, and then I forced her to join me.

She was gorgeous with that makeup on. That was likely the night I was completely lost in my love for her. I'm sure I looked stupid with my attempt back then, but she was willing to waste a candle that night for dinner.

I miss that smile.

"I am sorry, my Lady," Aurora whispers, her hand petting my head. "I reminded you of something you miss. I promise I am fighting for you to get that back. I really am. It takes time, but I am certain I can convince her to let your mother in."

I doubt it. But maybe Aurora is trying. Maybe she actually cares. So, on the off chance she is, I force a weak smile in response, trying to take in the strange makeup she put on me.

My shifting eyes stare right back at me. Now, a few wisps of color surround my eyes as well. Each color is just a sliver circling my eyes. I swear they're moving, but it may just be how it catches my light.

Just a faint coating of blush on my cheeks to help fake that I like the women I'm about to meet. Just a bit of a gloss finish for my deep red lips made for a brothel whore like me.

"I brought out too many brushes, it seems," Aurora says, looking over her work. "It will be nice to save some space in the future. Now for the dress, my lady."

Shyla takes over for this, my robe disappearing from my shoulders. She leads me to the center of the room, where she hands me simple underwear to cover my dick and vagina. Then, a garter belt to put on. Finally, the dress flies over my head and slowly moves down my body. Shyla's hands tugged the fabric around to help it get past my wings, tits, hips, and tail.

It follows the normal method for letting my tail and wings breath. Almost no silk is used for the back above my ass—just a thin strip around my neck to keep the top up.

It doesn't even have sleeves. Kind of like the dress Isda wore when I fucked her the first night. But my breasts fill out the dress a lot more—plenty of cleavage and even a small window for a bit of underboob. The dress hugs my stomach right down to my waist, where it flairs out, giving my junk plenty of room to breathe.

Though the dress ends just above my knee. So maybe too much room if I'm not even allowed to fuck them. Sure, I could bend over for them, but they don't deserve that.

Simple black stockings go on next. The fabric stretches to let my naturally pale skin shine through.

Shyla pulls out a measuring tape and gets to work checking that everything fits correctly, pulling it around my body over and over.

"Are your nipples always this perky?" Shyla asks as she works on my breasts.

"I guess?" I say. "I'm almost always a little horny, so isn't this expected?"

"Probably, my lady," Shyla responds. She pulls out a band, similar to the cloth that old Dryad brought in with her elven wife. They were a fun couple to play with. I wonder if they got pregnant? They were on the older side but young enough to carry with the right seed and timing.

But back to me, the strap went under my dress with a bit of mana and stopped my nipples from showing through the tight dress. I guess more magic made the strip not show through the dress as well.

"Eleven inches already. Before was ten," Shyla mumbles as my chest loosens just a tad.

"What size shoes would you like?" Annoris asks.

"What sizes do you have?" I ask.

"Any size you want, really. Three would be the smallest you should go, all the way up to fourteen with a four-inch platform if you want," Annoris says. "My lady," she quickly adds.

"Biggest, I guess," I say. "It seems you three want me to show off, so that's fine. I'll play this stupid game, but I want all three of you in my bed tonight."

"As you wish, my lady," Annoris says, already rushing into my closet.

A few minutes later, she walks out with the towering heels in a standard black color.

"As you asked for, my Lady," Annoris says, placing them at my feet and kneeling down.

She puts them on me one foot at a time, my new heels making me tower over them.

They all better feel bad about me being on the fourth floor now. Stupid .......

"Anything else?" I ask the short women.

"No, my Lady," Aurora responds with a small bow. "You look perfect."