The prince was being nagged about this said ball he was required to attend for more than a week now. He was tired of having his butler bring it up over and over, and only responding with "A very important matter," every time he asked him why or what the point was. He wasn't much for balls and banquets, hollow occasions or meaningless gatherings. Much preferring to spend his times practicing and refining his skills, in love with swordsmanship and archery, fascinated by knighthood.

That day he was in the gardens, his tutor stood behind him to a side, watching his form and giving him fine adjustments to perfect his posture, while further within the depths of the castle, awaiting him in the ballroom, was a plentiful cornucopia of the kingdom's finest beauties, ladies of the highest nobility, highborn women from the most famed and regarded houses, demure maidens and crafty widows, and everything in between, descendants of the most renowned families.

One thing united them all, was the way they were dressed for the unwed crown heir. The most opulent gowns, and at the same time the most obscene and lewd ones he'd ever see; cut out conveniently to fully display each woman's bosom, bottom, and sex, ornate with lace, glittering accoutrements, and lavish baubles. One had a raindrop ruby sit on her skin right above the crevice of her bared rear, teasing the eye, another had her gown embellished with golden threading the nearer it got to her more intimate regions. Each Lady had her own way of flaunting her niceties, as she did her own motives and goals. Even the married ones.

Upon his entrance, he's greeted by the sounds of faint laughter, clinking wine glasses, and hums and hisses of chatter. His eyes soon grew wide, the Prince felt the blood rush to his face, he checked over and over, refusing to just believe his sights, but it was all the same. Never could he imagine to see a Lady's face, followed by her chest and nethers so quickly, a momentary lapse in his manners. A tray of fizzing refreshments lowered before him in offering, smirking eyes peering at him from atop a lace trimmed fan. Satin-gloved fingers pressing delicately against blood red lips before blowing a kiss towards him. A darting gaze from behind the veil of a hat, equally appraising and apprehensive.

Hello! So this is can basically be the intro and prelude into the whole story. What happens next is up for us to create, shape, and detail! There's another prompt in my profile that expands a little further upon this as well, for inspiration!

Kinks: For this one, I'm a big fan of free use, like the idea of the prince trying out the noblewomen and princesses in attendance to see who he likes more, groping perhaps, or making out, or straight up seeding them. I envision them having different looks as well as personalities and traits. I like creampies, cum play, clothed sex, breeding, pregnancy, lactation, big cock play, watersports, and elegant wantonness, I like the attendees to try and attract the prince's attention, to make him choose them by whatever means necessary while maintaining a prim and proper demeanor and court decorum. This is open for further tuning and discussion.

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