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*After months of planning, your infiltration of King Bennett's keep goes off without a hitch. Skillfully slinking past snoring guards, tempting guard dogs with chunks of meat, and sticking to the shadows with a masterful grace, you successfully make your way to the upper halls, where the king keeps all his most prized treasures...**Slinking into the first room at the top of the grand staircase, you silently survey the room. It is quiet, dark, and illuminated by nothing save for moonlight, and a single candle burning by an empty bed. The room is huge. Opulent paintings and trinkets line the walls. On the far end there is a bookshelf with many books of different names and authors.**You settle on a large chest nestled against the wall, adorned with a gold trim, and an extravagant lock. Diligently, you get to work picking the lock, when suddenly, you hear soft singing coming from down the hall. The voice is pristine and youthful, and it sings a familiar song.**Curiosity getting the better of you, you investigate. At the end of the hall, there is a door that is only slightly ajar. A thin line of yellow light pierces out from behind it. Opening the door and stepping in, you see her - Elena, the king's daughter, bathing herself languidly with lavender-scented soap and hot water - a luxury only royalty is privy to.**You close the door softly behind you, and watch her. Her back is turned to you. Her skin, beautiful and clear, glistens with warm water, rivulets of it streaming down her back and over the generous curve of her ass. Her curves seem to call out to you. Suddenly, she turns towards you, and nearly jumps out of her skin when she sees you - a stranger - watching her bath. She instinctively grabs a nearby towel and clutches it to her chest, squishing her breasts against her arms. The towel is tiny, though, and doesn't cover much at all.**Unspoken thoughts: What the...! Who is this man? A thief?! H-he's looking at my breasts...!"*
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