Page 23 of Alien Naga's Prize

It’s attached to an angry looking Lepke male, all fluttering wings and spinning antenna.

He looks Jenna up and down carefully. I growl, which earns me a glare from both him and my Jenna.

“Funny looking female,” he announces. “But I’ve worked with worse,” he adds airily, pulling the measuring device out of a pouch he wears and scanning Jenna.

“Same goes for me.” She snorts. “But usually I have a blaster in hand.”

The Lepke flicks his wings and ignores her, instead studying his scanner.

“Do you wish for the standard wardrobe?” he asks in a bored tone.

“Yes,” Jenna says.

“No,” I interject. “My mate requires formal attire for at least eight different occasions here on Luxus, daywear, some swimwear, and all the usual accessories.”

“Underwear,” Jenna butts in. “I need underwear.”

“You do not, my goddess. What you have underneath your clothes is for me alone. You can wear your jewels, that is all the under-wear you will need.”

Jenna opens her mouth, remembers what we are doing, and closes it again.

“Whatevermy princewishes,” she says and her eyes glitter with badness.

I am going to pay dearly for my desires.

And I am going to enjoy every single second.

JENNA

Isilently plot my revenge on Azul, or rather my boobs do. He might have been able to send me to the stars with his tongue, tail, and cocks, but he is absolutely not going to get away with making me go knickerless…and braless.

I need all the support I can get.

The exceptionally rude moth-like creature presses his measuring device onto the large, square machine which is taking up space in the living area of the accommodation we’ve been upgraded to. Even so, the vastness of this villa dwarfs it. So far, I’ve only seen one huge bedroom, but from the number of passageways which wind their way out of the central area, there has to be more. It’s bigger than the security section onBritannia, and I suspect the broom closet is larger than my quarters.

Perhaps there are perks to being a pretend princess after all.

The machine whirrs into life, a gentle hum, and the moth glares at it, glares at me, and then glares up at the ceiling.

I lean into my role as psudo-royalty.

“How long is this going to take, princy-wincy?” I whine.

Princy-wincy? Where the hell did I get that from?

Azul gives me a look which tells me I need to work on my pet name before giving me a simpering smile.

“Not long, my goddess, I know we have a number of engagements to get to, but having a new wardrobe will be worth it,” he says. “And here, look”—he gestures over my shoulder—“the jeweler is here.”

I debate what Princess Jenna would do, even though inside my heart is pounding against my chest, and I want to clap my hands.

“I hope they’re better than the last ones you employed,” I huff. “Everything they had was as ugly as a Habosu.”

The moth’s mouth hitches up at one corner before returning to his usual scowl, so I’m guessing I made the right choice as princess.

“I’m told Luxus has the best jewelers this side of the Haalux nebula, my mate,” Azul says. “If you’d come and have a look…for me?”

I fold my arms and paste on my best petulant face. “Do Ihaveto?”

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