“Now we need a dress. I think the Felicia, don’t you, vikki?”“Yes Mistress,” she replies, “a very good choice, Mistress.” She steps over...to the wardrobe again and returns with the most stunning dress I have seen in my life. She holds it up to herself for me to see. It’s pink satin, with a pretty round neck and short puff sleeves trimmed with lashings of baby-blue satin ruffles. Around the hem of the skirt is a four-inch band of blue lace. I am near to fainting with trembling delight as I hold. Before she could come up with anything, though, she felt the all too familiar warmth begin to spread between her legs. She froze in place, only managing to look down to see the large wet patch forming on her jeans. Eventually the wet spot extended to a puddle around her feet and the flow finally stopped shortly after. She felt a small sense of relief now that it was over, but that relief was accompanied by an unrivalled humiliation due to what she'd just done (and where she'd done it). She. A military rate,” I shrugged. “But nothing like what I earn privately working for Medical Resource.”“I get one Royal a patient, over and above my pay,” Vrion replied.“Damn, that’s good money,” Ginlo gasped.“I get ten thousand Royals a patient for the Medical Resource patients, but I work for free in the lower level medical centre,” I added.“That’s a fortune!” Ginlo exclaimed.“The Empress explained it as a means of encouraging the High Bureaucrats and Nobility to invest in the medical research. She noticed the the tears rolling down my cheeks and she instantly wiped it saying, "No, I would never want to see you cry. It should be only tears of joy, do you understand?' I nodded. After a few minutes of silence that we used for finishing off our drinks, she gently ran her fingers through my hair and asked 'You said you wanted to sort out some problem between us. So far as my knowledge goes, we never encountered any problem. We shared everything in life and we had no secrets between.