“You know what they say; ‘inspiration can strike from anywhere~’ now ya gonna put that brush to the canvas, or am I gonna have to start posing butt naked?”
The king had a smug grin, the rose still between his teeth, as if taunting the princess.
❝You really think that some simple cleavage and teasing would help?❞
She giggled, grinning back at him. The princess was half tempted to throw paint on him all together. Though she decided against it.
❝That does sound tempting.❞
He flashes her a wide, toothy grin.
“Unless you’re not feeling up to the task, Peaches. Personally I got every confidence in ya—“
He pulls down slightly on the hem of his dress, exposing some cleavage.
“—I might even let ya paint me ‘however’ you like” he teased
She definitely watches this process with curiosity. Giggling ever so slightly that he moved the entire throne, and sprawled across it.
❝So you’re Volunteering to be my muse~?❞
Don’t mind him, he’s just carrying a throne over his shoulder, putting it down in front of her, before hopping on it, his body sprawled across the arm rests, legs dangling off the side, and puts a rose in his mouth as he poses.
“…Paint me like one of your French girls?”
@GALARGASM // funnily enough, I been lurking on and off back on Twitter/X only fairly recently, but your Pauline was one of the reasons I originally tried to dig this account back up.
By the time I managed to get back in though, you had already flipped 😅