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independent, so feisty."
    I said nothing, not wanting to interrupt what he was doing.
    The robe was loose, as his hands traveled around my body and to the front of my chest.
    My heart started to pound. More so when he finally reached the curves of my breasts, and wrapped his hands around them.
    Panic hit me.
    "A melting pot they say, it seems you got the best of what the world has to offer, Beatrice."
    To my nipples. They perked up so quick and suddenly. The tingling sensation that came from his touch rippling so gently over my chest.
    I moaned softly, and let the filthy thoughts rush through my head.
    "I'd love for you to accompany me to my bed tonight."
    I snapped away from him, and brought my robe back up. "What kind of girl do you think I am?" Fear hit me. I'd never gone this far.
    "I'm sorry to offend you. I just thought because Americans were more casual with their sexuality, and the way you had all those condoms - "
    I trembled. "You think I'm some sort of slut just because I'm an American who wants to play it safe?"
    "No, no, I didn't mean it like that. Dolotovyan women, they're so prudish, I mistook y0u for the other extreme."
    Fear kept me going. "Maybe you wouldn't just assume I was a slut if your country wasn't so backwards. I'm guessing women here are property or something?"
    "Dolotovyan women tend to be married off at the age of twelve, yes."
    I glared at him.
    "It's something I want to fix, personally."
    "What, is it some requirement I fuck you for your hospitality?"
    "Of course not! I apologize." He seemed disappointed. "I do mean it though - you are very beautiful. Perhaps I can only dream  of one day having a queen such as you."
    I kept my expression solid.
    "You are angry right now, I will see you in the morning, Beatrice."
    He stepped away, a frown in his face. He then left me alone.
    A tear rolled down my cheek. What the hell was wrong with me? I was suppose to be all about the meaningless traveling casual sex. Yet a hot prince offers himself to me, and I push him away.
    Was I afraid I wouldn't be good enough for him?
    The butterflies inside my belly told me I wanted him. Why was he so different than some random hot French guy passing through at a hostel?
    I constantly told myself the first time would be no big deal. Just to get out there and enjoy it.
    Did I really think this would be some fairy tale and we would somehow fall in love and I'd get to be a princess?
    "Stay away from him." A heavily-accent German voice commanded.
    I turned to face her. Nadya. "I wasn't going to -
    "I know your type. You want to make him work for it. Corrupt him and make him sacrifice his kingdom for you."
    "I don't want to do that! You're paranoid!"
    "You know it's illegal here. Sex outside a marriage? It's a the first thing on the downfall of society."
    "You can't be serious."
    "Stone cold serious. Girls like you are the type that fells empires."
    "I wasn't going to do anything with him. He was coming on to me."
    "Good. Keep it like that. Our hospitality is food, bathing, and bed. Sin is not included in such a package!"
    She left me alone in my room.
    I flapped back onto my bed. A crazy aunt, and a price out to seduce me. What exactly have I gotten myself into?
     
     
    -Chapter Four-
     
     
    A majestic table surrounded by majestic chairs in a majestic room.
    It was something I thought I'd never see myself doing. I knew chasing my dream as an artist was incredibly unlikely to bring me fabulous wealth.
    Still, it felt lonely. I was the only one at the table, and although the food was served by a chef and a maid was checking on me, all I could do was nod and vaguely gesture. Not being able to speak the language was more  isolating than I truly thought it would be.
    Sausage, eggs, and bacon. It was seasoned perfectly. I was trying to push myself to become a vegetarian, but I figured this was worth putting off my principles, just for a bit.
    "Ah, Beatrice." A familiar voice called out to me. Leon.
    "Hey," I said. "When I