Princess Crystalia hesitated before addressing Flintor. "Um... Flintor," she began.
'Yes, Princess?' Flintor responded though he raised an eyebrow, sensing that the Princess's initial enthusiasm had waned significantly. Nevertheless, he waited patiently for her to continue.
Princess Crystalia reached into a small pocket on her gown, retrieving a finger-sized radiant blue gem. She tossed it to Flintor, who caught it with widened eyes. "Princess, what is the mean—"
Princess Crystalia suddenly waved her right hand dismissively, cutting him off mid-sentence. "I just want you to take off your clothing and show me your penis," she said plainly. "As the royal princess's personal guard, I am merely compensating you appropriately for it."
Flintor stared at the Princess in utter confusion. Had she fallen from the castle's wall to the city and hit her head so hard on the ground that she'd awakened a strange habit of paying men to drop their trousers so she could inspect their private parts?
