Page 23 of Fae Games

“Then let the fitting begin.” Prince Rory swept his arm towards the faerie, who I presumed was the mistress of the establishment.

As I walked toward the back door, both princes followed me with their gazes. Not the discreet corner-of-the-eye stare but the full-on, head-swiveling movement that made it obvious they were ‘checking me out,’ as that short girl used to say on Jersey Shore.

Sending a verbal message to my wings to stop pulsing with delight, I pulled back my shoulder and sashayed forward with a swing of my hips. This, I believe, was called ‘working it.’

“You look beautiful enough in that uniform,” said Prince Rory with a growl that sent tingles across my skin.

Prince Caulden huffed. “The objective is to find Unity an appropriate costume, not ogle her legs.”

“Then why are you staring at them?”

I stepped through the door, and it clicked shut behind me, muffling Prince Caulden’s retort.

The white-haired faerie curtseyed. “My Lady—”

“Please, call me Unity.”

“Of course, My Lady Unity. My name is Moxie, and I will be guiding you through today’s fitting.”

I exhaled a frustrated breath through my nostrils. If only she knew what I was beneath the faerie exterior. She would probably have a fit so severe it would shake off her white sprinkles.

“Prince Caulden sent a mirror message earlier to book the spot.” Moxie strode through a hallway with fuzzy mauve walls that reminded me somewhat of Pokeweed. “I was going to take a few minutes to adjust some garments to your size, but Prince Rory already provided me with your measurements.”

“Oh.” My cheeks burned. If anyone knew about the size of my assets, it would be the faerie who had let me sit on his face. “What’s first?”

“Now, we retire to the fitting room.” She opened another door, letting out the scent of wildflowers, and stepped into a gorgeous boudoir.

Mirrors covered all the walls with ivory curtains breaking up the blankness. A single chaise with an embroidered, ivory frame and plush upholstery formed the only furniture in the fitting room, giving it the appearance of austere majesty.

I glanced down at the patterned marble on the floor that reflected the diffused light of the crystal chandeliers and gulped. Not even the people in my DVDs got changed in places this grand.

Four dresses hung on the wall. One matched my golden hair, another shimmered like the stars, and the third was a mix of the purple and blue of my wings. The fourth appeared utterly transparent, making me scowl. Did she expect me to parade before the king and queen in the nude?

“My Lady Unity!” Moxie rushed to the fourth dress and held the fabric to her body. “This is Emporium, which is favored by Queen Titania.”

The fabric turned an opaque white that matched the dusting of shimmering powder on the faerie’s wings. I tilted my head to the side. “Does it change depending on the wearer?”

“Just so, My Lady,” she said with a nervous smile. “And a little bit more. Would you like to try it on?”

“Why not?” I slipped off my blazer, and Moxie placed it on a clothes hanger, which she suspended on an invisible wall peg. Bras weren’t part of the academy’s uniform or very common here on the Isle of Fae, so I took off my shirt and stood topless.

Not that I spent much time ogling this new body, but I swore my breasts were perkier and the nipples a darker pink.

Moxie stared down at the ground, her wings flapping so fast they buzzed. “You must also remove your pantalettes, or the garment’s magic won’t work.”

I glanced over my shoulder at the door. I wasn’t a prude or anything, but after exposing myself to the entire student body of the Royal Fae Academy, I was in no mood to give anyone else a free show. And why the fuck was this faerie getting excited?

“The room is perfectly secure,” she said with a squeak. “It’s the same configuration as the one used by Her Majesty.”

I paused, taking a look at Moxie, who quivered with a mix of dread and anticipation. Maybe she was worried I wouldn’t like the dress or stink it up or something. I had no idea, but she didn’t look harmful.

“Alright.” I slipped off my panties, which were still a little damp from all that close contact with Prince Caulden on the flight. My run-in with Prince August earlier in the morning probably also hadn’t helped.

While I divested my last item of clothing, Moxie took the dress off its hanger and held it against my front. I frowned and stared down at the garment, wondering why she hadn’t placed it over my head, when the fabric expanded, wrapped around my chest, and squeezed.

“Wha—”

The fabric knocked all the air out of my lungs, robbing me of my ability to scream.