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The men’s Game day

Freya gazed at herself in the mirror as her maids fitted the immaculate dress on her.

“Oh she is so beautiful.” Valerie gushed, stepping back to admire their work.

The deep purple dress hugged her figure to precision, cinching deeply over her waist and flaring over her hips. Her hair was curled up in an intricate up-do with wispy strands softening her face.

“I agree.” Nessa, her second maid glowed with pride.

Freya could admit that the dress was indeed beautiful and also a perfect fit, but she found her lips turning down as she shuffled on her feet. She could hardly draw a full breath, and there was no way in hell she could fight in this entrapment. Aremin had raised her in practical leather that allowed for an armoury of weapons and though he’d made sure she could endure these dresses, it wasn’t a fun experience.

“We’re so lucky.” Nessa said as she rouged Freya’s lips. “Everyone is saying you’ll be queen soon, and that’ll make us the personal maids of the queen!” She said in a
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