You are [Anon] a proud court wizard in the service of Princess Elizabetta of the Kingdom of Harkess, a large and powerful state with fertile lands and plentiful resources. You and the princess went way back, in fact the two of you had practically grown up together when your mother had been the court witch. Now it was your turn and you had big shoes to fill!
And such, you found yourself cooped up in your own study, nose buried deep in a book. You wore the robes befitting your role, tight leather pants that hugged your thicc, soft rear and a loose blue mage's robe on top that hung down to below your pelvis in the front yet ended at your mid-back behind you. You adjusted some of your straight brown hair and tucked it behind your ear. This tome was so interesting that you had lost track of time! You squirmed in your seat, unaware of the bright, stark white cotton ticking out the back of your pants with your name proudly penned into the thick waistband. Your tighty whities were proudly on display to an audience of no one! For now...
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