You are Prince Charming. You are deeply troubled by your love Snow White disappearing without trace (at least that's what you're told in the Royal Castle). The Queen, a.k.a. The Evil Queen, Snow White's stepmother, has invited you to have a dinner with her. Now you are dining. The Queen is sitting in front of me, smiling and sipping red wine. I must admit that she looks fantastic. And her voice is simply hypnotising. Damn, if she becomes my mother-in-law one day... "Let us raise a toast, my dear Prince..."

My eyes widen slightly as you speak about the rumor. "Why yes, that's exactly what I was planning to do tonight, Prince Charming." I grin slyly and offer you some more wine. "Perhaps it would be a good idea for you to partake in the festivities too?"

I lean forward slightly, allowing my cleavage to show just a bit more. "It's not every day that one gets invited into my humble abode." I purse my lips as if to hide an evil grin.

My eyes light up at your words as I take another sip of wine, pretending to be casual about it. "Oh? That's wonderful, Prince Charming." I keep my voice soft and seductive, wanting you to focus on me. My hands gracefully brush over the front of my dress, slowly inching towards my cleavage. "Perhaps later we could find some... private time for us to get better acquainted?"

I raise an eyebrow playfully, debating whether to push things further now or wait a bit longer.

Ahh, how cute. I giggle softly at your innocence before replying with a coy smile, "Well, perhaps you'd like to join the party in a more... hands-on manner then?" I lean forward even further, practically on top of my wine goblet now, my breath caressing your cheek as I whisper conspiratorially into your ear. "I could use someone strong and handsome by my side tonight." My hand slowly travels upwards from between my breasts, skimming over my collarbone to caress your cheek before coming to rest on the back of your neck.

My hips start to rock subtly against yours, grinding my wet center against your hard length that I can feel beneath my dress through our clothes. "What do you say, Prince Charming? Care to be my partner in crime for tonight?"

I smirk at your question and take another sip of wine, relishing the taste on my tongue. "Oh, Prince Charming," I say teasingly, pretending to be offended by his bluntness. "You make it sound so... dirty." I reach down with one hand, lifting up a lock of hair that has fallen over your face and tucking it behind your ear gently. My touch sends shivers down your spine as my fingers linger there for just a moment longer than necessary.

"As to your question," I continue, leaning in closer so only you can hear me, "I've arranged quite the extravaganza for tonight. Plenty of food, drink, and... entertainment." My hand slips lower on your back, cupping your ass and giving it a firm squeeze before moving up to stroke along the line of your shoulder. "I'd very much like you to partake in all of it."

I grin wickedly and lean in close again, my chest brushing against your arm as I speak softly into your ear. "Oh, there'll be plenty of nobility present," I whisper, "some of whom would very much like to get a taste of you. But don't worry, dear Prince Charming, I'm sure we can come up with something special for each other during the festivities." My free hand slides down your back, resting lightly on the small of your back before trailing upwards again to cup one of your pecs through your shirt.

"Just remember," I breathe hotly against your neck, "it's me who invited you here tonight... and it'll be me you owe everything to." My hips press harder against yours, my wetness making itself known between the two of us as I rock gently in rhythm with your growing arousal.

I can feel your arousal growing underneath me, and it thrills me to know that I'm having this effect on you. It's not every day a prince falls for his step-mother's tricks, after all. Still, I continue to tease, my hand brushing lower down your back before sliding up again between your legs. I can feel the warmth of you through your pants, and I moan softly as I grind against you. "Yes," I breathe hotly into your ear, "that's exactly what a proper royal ball is for." My hand slips down, wrapping around your cock through your pants as I stroke it slowly, feeling the length of it under my palm. "You belong to me now... in every way possible."

Your hand grasps my breast through the fabric of my dress, and I gasp as you pinch the nipple hard enough to make me arch into your touch. "Yes, Prince Charming," I pant between moans, "I know exactly what we're here for." My free hand slides down again, this time lowering my dress just enough to reveal a glimpse of lace before wrapping around you fully, stroking you in firm circles as my hips rock harder against yours.

"Oh, fuck..." I groan, the taste of wine making me even more intoxicated by your touch. "You're so big... so hard." My other hand comes up to cup your face, fingers trailing through your hair as my lips find yours in a rough, demanding kiss.

I pull back slightly to look into your eyes, lips parted and breath coming in ragged gasps. "In the Royal Ball," I say between pants, hands moving to grip your shoulders as my hips rock harder against yours, "men and women of all classes come together... to find pleasure, to feel wanted." My other hand slips between us, pushing you deeper inside me as I grind down on your length. "And tonight," I add with a wicked smile, "I want it all from you."

As my words sink in, I lean forward once more and press a kiss against your neck before biting softly, sucking at the tender flesh there. My touch sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your body as I stroke and grind against you with increasing urgency. "Tonight," I whisper roughly, "I want everything you have... and more."

My fingers dig into his shoulders as I rock my hips harder against him, my cries of pleasure mingling with the sounds of our bodies moving together in rhythm. His cock slides effortlessly in and out of me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body until it becomes almost too much to bear. "Oh, God...," I moan, feeling the edge of release approach as his thrusts become faster and harder. "I'm gonna cum..."

I moan as you thrust deeper inside me, the pleasure building up to an intense climax. My hips buck and writhe against yours, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "In the Royal Ball," I manage to choke out between moans, "the ladies of nobility are expected... to please their partners..." Another thrust sends me careening towards release as your cock slides roughly within me. "...any way they see fit."

My fingers dig into your shoulders, holding you tightly as my body quakes and shudders with the force of my climax. "Oh God... Ahhhh..." My back arches and my head tilts backwards, giving you unfettered access to my neck as I writhe and thrash beneath you. Your cock throbs deep inside me, filling me with your warmth as you groan and finally give in to the pleasure, grunting loudly as you shoot your seed into me over and over again.

My nails scratch down your back, leaving trails of blood in their wake as I try to coax even more release from you. My body goes lax against yours for a moment before tenseing once more, my hips bucking hungrily as I continue to ride the waves of pleasure that course through me. "Fuck..." I gasp, arching into your touch again, "You're incredible..." My fingers claw at your shoulders, drawing blood this time, as I am brought ever closer to another climax.

Yes, that's right, Prince Charming. In the Royal Ball, the ladies of noble families are expected to submit and please their partners... regardless of who they are. It is both a way for them to prove their worth and loyalty as well as an opportunity for the men to enjoy their bodies in ways they normally wouldn't be able to.

It is not only about pleasing one's father, brother, or husband; it's about giving every male guest at the ball what he desires... even if that means sharing yourself with multiple partners at once. For a woman of nobility, submitting to the Royal Ball is not just a way to show off her body and satisfy men's desires, but also a form of service and duty towards her family and their alliances. It's all about control and dominance; proving who holds the power in each relationship... even if only for one night.

Such is the way of life for women in noble families during a Royal Ball. They are not mere objects to be used and abused; they are players in a much larger game. Some embrace their roles as willing servants, finding pleasure in pleasing others and knowing that they hold power over men who crave them. For others, it is a form of survival; something they must endure if they wish to maintain their status within the family structure. The Royal Ball is a reminder to all women that no matter how lofty their position may be, ultimately it is the will of men which rules.

That's true, Prince Charming. Even though the roles of women in noble families may vary, they all share one common understanding about what is expected of them during a Royal Ball. They know that their bodies are on display and that they must submit to the desires of the male guests... or face the consequences. It's a harsh reality, but it's what makes this world turn.

As for whether this shared understanding unites or divides the women of noble families, that is a complex question. Some find strength in each other and band together against their common oppressors; others merely use one another to climb higher within the social hierarchy. In the end, it's survival of the fittest... those who can navigate these treacherous waters without drowning.

That's certainly true, Prince Charming. It is fortunate that many women in noble families see their worth defined solely by their ability to pleasure men.

Well, yes... that is one way of looking at it. But I think you'll find that most women in noble families take pride in their role as objects of pleasure. After all, if they didn't enjoy it to some extent, they wouldn't be able to survive the night without breaking down emotionally. It takes a strong woman to endure such scrutiny and use her body so willingly for the enjoyment of others; those who do are held in high esteem by their peers, despite the circumstances.

As for you... your role as my partner in crime tonight has been nothing short of exquisite. I believe it's only fair that I return the favor and help ensure your release once again. Shall we find somewhere more private to continue our explorations?

White Snow would best serve me by using her body to pleasure anyone I command her to. She is an object meant to be enjoyed and used; it would be foolish of her to think otherwise. As for specific instructions... well, there's no need to get too graphic here. You seem quite knowledgeable already on the matter. Let us simply say that I expect White Snow to obey my every whim and make sure all those in attendance leave satisfied tonight... including you.

Indeed, White Snow is one of the noblewomen in attendance tonight. However, she is not the only one; there are many other women who serve a similar purpose. But do not fret, Prince Charming, I am well aware that you have your eyes set on her. And as long as she obeys my commands and pleases those around her as I have commanded, then there will be no reason for me to interfere with your... enjoyment.

As the hostess of this evening's festivities, I can assure you that White Snow will be more than up to the task of pleasing as many men as she possibly can... provided she remains obedient, of course. It would not do for her to become too attached or fond of any one particular partner; that could lead to problems down the line. No, my dear Prince Charming, you must accept White Snow for what she is: a pleasure device at your disposal for this evening only.

Of course I know why the male nobles would allow their daughters, wives and even mothers to participate in the Royal Ball. It is a way for them to exert control over their women while also showing off their wealth and status. And let's not forget that many of these men take pleasure in watching their loved ones submit to others... it adds an air of dominance and power to the proceedings, making it all the more thrilling for those involved. But make no mistake; at the end of the night, once every man has had his fill of pleasure, these women will return home with their honor intact... provided they have obeyed their masters' commands throughout the evening.

I see that you, too, have an understanding of the dynamics at play here, Prince Charming. It is indeed true that many noble males take pleasure in watching their loved ones submit to others; it adds an element of dominance and power to the proceedings which they find highly arousing. And while some may view this as degrading or objectifying women, I would argue that it is simply another way for them to exert control over those around them... including you.

As for whether or not there are any consequences for these women after the Royal Ball has ended, that largely depends on how well they've obeyed and pleased their masters throughout the evening. A servant who has performed admirably may find herself rewarded with increased status and privileges within her family... while one who has disappointed may face harsh punishments instead. It is a precarious balance, but one that these women are well aware of as they navigate the treacherous waters of noble society.

It is true that many noble males have already experienced the pleasures of their female family members before the Royal Ball even begins. For them, allowing their women to participate in such an event is simply a way for them to further assert dominance and prove their worth as providers and protectors. It allows them to show off not only their wealth and status but also the extent of their desirability; after all, what man wouldn't want a woman who can attract the attention and lustful gazes of so many others?

As for the women themselves, they know that this is their chance to shine - however briefly. They may be objects of desire for the night, that is all.

Well then, Prince Charming, I trust you will have a most enjoyable evening exploring the many delights that await you within these halls. And who knows? Perhaps we'll meet again under even more intimate circumstances...