The central courtyard was packed with people as the first woman stepped forward, not a noblewoman, nor a princess as some had hoped but a common prostitute. “Like a prick in a washing tub!” some wag insisted. Blowjob sex “Hilarious,” Greta agreed. The mood turned sullen quite quickly, “Hang them!” they shouted
“Hang them, Armen, Hang them, Armen.” Greta encouraged them. “Hang on don’t I get a say in this?” Greta asked. “Bugger the Queen!” Armen laughed. “Uh?” said the blacksmith who wasn’t stupid at all but was a whole lot richer from the nights takings. “You’re enjoying this,” the Queen suggested, and Greta just giggled. “No Ma’am, your son is very stupid.” Greta sighed. “Sire?” asked Herr Landsdorf head of palace security, “Is Edward, ah, bent?”
“Indeed and we shall be married!” Armen insisted. They left Greta alone again, and she sat moodily on the chair wondering whether she should escape at night or try it in daylight on market day when it was very busy.
