The Ice Princess
This woman is adorned with gold, smiles, and elegance on the outside, but on the inside, she is a tar pool, disgusting stinky little sh*t.
Another flush is heard from the stalls. I recognize the female taking her place between me and Princess Asta, Iguz Djinn's wife and master, Mrs. Aerial Mahatma.
"Princess Beatrice, how wonderful seeing you here. I should have known when our seating table companions were fairies, rather than the usual salty mermaids, you had a magic finger in the subject. You are always a marvelous host." She compliments my last-minute table card swap I had done behind Connor's back when I realized their guest allocations. Djinns weren't the only ones paired inappropriatel
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