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    Reluctantly, and with mounting shame, we changed into the degrading outfits.


    Evelyn wasted no time. She led us to a row of peculiar machines lined against the far wall and gestured toward them. “Sit. Spread your legs and follow this motion. These machines are designed to slim your waists, enhance your hips, and sculpt your thighs and buttocks.”


    I obeyed, lowering myself onto a yoga mat with the machine mped between my thighs. The instructions were simple enough, but performing the exercises in these outfits felt degrading beyond words.


    The revealing bodysuit amplified my difort and left me vulnerable to intrusive thoughts I wished I could banish.


    Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, Evelyn’s voice rang out again. “Now, everyone, take the dildos beside you and insert them into your vagina. They will assist with training. There’s a switch on the dildo. Once activated, it will vibrate, releasing a warm liquid to help lubricate your vagina.”


    I picked up the dildo, my shame swallowing me whole as I did as instructed.


    The vibrations began immediately, sending an ufortable buzz through my body. The liquid, warm and slick, coated my vaginal walls just as Evelyn described, and the sensation was beyond humiliating.


    My skin crawled with every movement, each pulse of the machine another blow to my dignity.


    I blinked back tears, swallowing hard against the rising lump in my throat. My thoughts spun in frantic circles. Surely, life outside this gilded prison—no matter how brutal—would be better than enduring this.


    Before I could spiral further into despair, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the room’s oppressive atmosphere.


    “Oh, my! It’s Prince Dominic!” one of the women gasped audibly.


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    My head snapped up instinctively, and there he was—Dominic, leaning casually against the doorway, sweeping his gaze over the scene.


    The change in the room was instantaneous. The others straightened up, their movements suddenly more enthusiastic, their faces lighting up with flirtatious grins. Their sighs grew louder, breathier, each one dripping with exaggerated sensuality.


    The disy was nauseating.


    Evelyn’s stern demeanor melted like sugar in the rain, reced by a sharine smile. Her hips swayed with purpose as she glided toward him.


    “Your Highness, what brings you here?”


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    I ducked my head quickly, silently praying for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. Maybe if I stayed still long enough, Dominic wouldn’t notice me.


    But, of course, fate wasn’t on my side.


    “I’m here for Makenna.” His smooth, unhurried voice floated through the room.


    My throat tightened, humiliation creeping up like wildfire. I wanted to cry right then and there.


    Evelyn’s gaze shifted to me, and she spoke softly, though her words offered no escape. “Well then, Makenna, you shouldn’t keep His Highness waiting.”


    Awkwardly, I rose to my feet, biting down on my lower lip as my eyes darted between Evelyn and Dominic. Shyness and difort tangled in my chest, and I stammered, “I… I should change into something more appropriate before going out…”


    How could I possibly face him looking like this?


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