Loud trumpets rang out as a horse-driven carriage parked outside the Royal Keep. The moon hung high above the sky, and a trail of lanterns showed the way for the arriving horses. A committee of nobles waited for their visitors to come out.
Standing in front of them was a tall and dignified man. He was Laurentius, the oldest son of the current King. He had a thin face with no facial hair. His silver hair was somewhat long, falling as a mane around his neck. His suit was impeccable, with a white flower adorning his lapel, and leather gloves on his hands.
Min was at the back of the crowd, standing on her tiptoes to see in front. The bells in her hat jingled as she bounced on her feet. For once, her dignity was protected by a colorful red onesie, with her dirty cape flowing behind her back. It clashed with her jester outfit, but it was the only garment immune to her curse. She was not going to take it off no matter what.
"Introducing, Corsica Peony of Vineisse. Eldest Daughter of Duke Algerie." An elegant woman rhythmically stepped down from the carriage. She wore a fancy pink dress, her dark-brown hair tied into a complex braided bun. She gave her host a curtsy, and the Prince returned the gesture with a small bow.
"Next, Daurica Peony of Vineisse, middle daughter of-"
"No-uh! Do me first!"
Before Daurica could come out, she was yanked back into the carriage as another person took her place, a short woman wearing a purple dress almost as bright as her smile. Her golden hair was almost hidden by the conical hat she was wearing. "Go on, introduce me!"
The announcer looked inside the carriage, shrugged, and cleared his throat. "Ehem, Arieta Peony of Vineisse, youngest daughter of Duke Algerie."
"That's right! And now that I'm here, we can properly start our visit!"
"Indeed," Corsica said, coyly hiding her face behind a paper fan. "After such a long journey, I am most grateful to be in your humble presence, Your Majesty. Let's move on-"
"You forgot about me…" another woman said with a sigh. Her yellow dress was more plain than those of her sisters. Her chestnut hair was likewise devoid of any complex arrangement, with some split ends ruining her erstwhile smooth coiffure.
Min rubbed her chin. That woman seemed familiar.
"Oh right," the announcer said. "Ehem, and lastly. Daurica Peonie of Vineisse, middle-daughter of Duke Algerie."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, dearest. It's just that you are so forgettable, we didn't want to bore the prince with your introduction," Corsica snidely replied.
"Yeah, I mean, just look at you! Even peasants have better-looking hairdos."
"… you two literally spent the last part of the trip pulling at my hair to make it look like this."
"I would not be so harsh with your ill-kempt sister," the prince said. "It's not like your appearance is that memorable either."
"I beg your pardon, my liege?" Corsica asked, fanning herself angrily. "That's quite the harsh judgment. Have we offended you in any way?"
"Why yes, you three blatantly ignored protocol and decided to do just whatever you wanted as you pranced down from your carriage, which arrived half a day late, if I might add."
"But, surely our arrival is more important than following some stupid courtesies and-"
"Stupid courtesies? Might as well hum songs and make up our names like peasants on a folk wedding. If we nobles don't follow our own code of conduct, how can we expect commoners to follow us? "
"My apologies, my liege. We-I was just so nervous about finally meeting you that I forgot myself," Corsica slyly wrapped her hand around the prince's right arm. "I promise to behave better for the rest of our visit. I do hope a man of your stature has in your heart to forgive me." She nuzzled her head against the Prince's shoulder.
"Yes, sorry, my prince! We are just SO excited to meet you!" Arieta, the youngest sister, took the Prince's left arm. "Can we start over? Pretty please?"
"...Why, It would be unbecoming to allow this incident to cloud the rest of your visit. I hope I get to see more of the striking poise and beauty your House is famous for in the coming days," the prince replied with a polite smile.
Oh crap, the sisters were making a move! Min had explicit instructions to prevent any and all flirting from happening around Laurentious. It was time to ruin the moment. Min somersaulted towards the sisters to unleash the best joke she could think of.
"Ah! It looks like our three little flowers couldn't blossom for our dear prince. They better try to plant the seed of a new relationship!"
Ah yes, puns. The highest form of comedy… So then, why was no one laughing? "Get it? Cause they are named after flowers, and they botched their introduction, which could be referred to as blossom-?"
"Do I know you from somewhere?" Daurica asked.
"Of course you would be friends with a jester, dolt," her sister replied.
"Never mind."
"You'll have to forgive my new jester. She has yet to master the more advanced tricks of her trade, namely, being funny." Laurentius said. "Now, what were you saying?"
"Argh. Why does it always have to come back to slapstick?" Min pulled a banana peel from her pocket and threw it at the ground. The jester had left with a whole arsenal of practical comedy items hidden in her sleeves. Before walking forward, she sighed. "I wonder how this will end up with my tits exposed to the whole royal court."
Min lifted her feet, but before she could step on her banana, the youngest of the Vineisse's daughters approached her at alarming speed. "Hey clown, I don't know what you think you are trying to pull, but if you interrupt us agaaaaaah!"
Arieta's feet slid on the banana peel, and she went flying back. Her hands shot to grab anything to avoid her fall, and they found a piece of pink fabric just within reach. Sadly, it wasn't strong enough to hold her up, Arieta ripped the silk threads as she fell to the floor.
"Kya!" Corsica yelled. Her little sister had held to the front of her dress and ripped it from the neck to her waist. Nothing remained covering Corsico's torso; her undergarment of choice was a corset that propped up her voluptuous breasts but did nothing to hide them.
The court gasped at the sight of the woman's bare breasts rubbing the prince's chest. The pink nubs almost had a hypnotic sway that commanded everyone's eyes to stare directly at them.
"Ari! What did you do?!" Corsica asked, her face as pink as her puffy nipples.
"N-nothing! This jester made me trip and rip your dress!"
"That can't be a good way to stop the prince from falling in love with her," Min mused, noticing that not even Laurentius could avert his eyes from the womans exposed chest. "I got to distract him, but what's more enticing than a pair of breasts?" Min sighed "…Two pairs of breasts. It was nice to be clothed while it lasted."
Min clutched the knot tying her onesie together and tried to build up the nerve to pull it apart. Before she did, Corsica pointed at Min, digging her sharp nail deep into her chest.
"You! Is it true this is your fault?!"
"You are right, my angry little flower," Min replied, forcing herself to smile. "If you want something to wear, take my suit!" Min closed her eyes and puffed out her chest, inviting the woman to yank it away.
"Oh, I would rather be naked than wear that, but I'm not going to let you mock me and walk away unpunished!" Corsica lifted her hand, her sharp nails spread out like claws. She swiped down, aiming to rip Min's suit in one fell motion.
"No, uh! I'll get revenge first!" Arieta stood in front of Min with the same ill intention as her sister, but unfortunately for her, she was on the way of her sibling's revenge. Corsica's nails ripped through the back of her dress like scissors. Arieta's pale torso was bared, her firm chest exposed to the crispy air of the night.
The courtiers gasped even more loudly this time. Even the knights lifted their visors to make sure their eyes weren't deceiving them.
"Damn, that's a fine pair of …"
"Watch your words, grunt!"
"…Oranges. See? The cook is carrying some very firm and juicy oranges for dinner tonight."
"Personally, I'd rather have a taste of those two melons at their side.."
"Apparently it is true what they say about Vineisse women. Ripe as the summer harvest indeed," one of the courtiers gossiped.
"We don't know yet. The sample size is still too small," replied the royal alchemist, eyeing the middle sister.
"Eeep!" Arieta was quick to grab her breasts to cover up. "L-look at what you did, Corsica!"
"What I did? You stripped me first, and made the whole court stare at my lovely bosom!"
"Yeah, well. They are staring at my tits too, you know!"
"Oh don't flatter yourself, dear. Everyone knows mine are more enticing. No one is looking at those little oranges."
"E-excuse me?! I'll have you know that my "slim" chest compliments my figure, unlike your giant balls of fat!"
"Huh?" Min looked on, incredulous. "Usually I would be naked by now. What's going on?"
The rest of the court looked on as the sisters bickered with one another, seemingly forgetting about their half-nudity. Only the Prince's glare stopped the giggles from turning into full-blown laughter. No one dared to shatter the decorum further.
… Except Daurica, the middle Peony, who couldn't help but chuckle at her sisters' disgrace. Her laughter echoed so loudly in the silent night that it snapped her siblings from their quarrel.
"Say, I just noticed that our dearest sister has a complete set of clothes for us to wear."
"Yeah, it's only fair to share, sis."
"W-w-wait a minute, girls! We can talk about this!" The two sisters pounced on their sibling like rabid dogs. In their zeal, their sharp nails ripped through the yellow dress, sending pieces of its fabric floating in the wind.
Inch by inch, the woman's athletic physique was unveiled. Unlike her sisters, she had toned limbs, as if she exercised regularly. Daurica tried to cover her firm pear-sized chest, but her sisters didn't let her, grabbing her hands. They didn't even let her cross her legs to hide her hairless groin.
"Wait, those abs… I recognize them!" Min snapped her fingers. "You are Peonie, the adventurer! Remember me? I'm Min! We tracked down an alchemist, I got tossed around by a mimic and then we lost a fight with a lich inside an ancient dungeon! I almost didn´t recognize you with that stuffy dress, I´m kind of used to seeing you wearing, err, alternative clothing."
The sisters stopped tussling; Arieta had her finger on Daurica's mouth while Corsica was ruffling her hair. "Ah, so you do know our sister? What's this thing about wearing alternative clothing?"
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that she was only wearing a loincloth and a leaf bra when I met her. And then in the dungeon she kind of lost her armor to a corrosive slime in the first room, so it´s not like she was fully dressed for that adventure either."
"Oh really? Our Dearest Dari was prancing around town practically naked? Mother would love to hear that."
"N-no! She's lying!"
"No, I'm not. Honestly, I don't know why you are blushing so much. You are showing pretty much the same amount of skin as you did back then, and you didn't seem that bothered about it."
"Tsk, how unsophisticated. To think our noble sister is strutting her ass like a naked peacock when she isn't around the castle."
Like a boiling kettle, Daurica could feel the fire of embarrassment turning her skin red from her neck to her forehead. The court was never going to take her seriously now. "I don't! It's just that we had run into an elven village-"
"Aha, she doesn't even try to deny it anymore! How crass. Isn't that right, my prince?"
"Hiding one's noble lineage from commoners is "crass", yes. But it's weird to hear the naked pot dare to make such an accusation towards the likewise nude kettle."
"My liege, but that's unfair. It's not like we choose to undress!"
"You did! You literally chose to strip me naked!" Daurica complained.
"I meant ourselves, dear. You know you don't count."
"Yeah, this is all the jester's fault! It's thanks to her we are shaking our tit- bosom in public!"
"No. It's not that. A maiden's body is nothing to be ashamed of. We are nobles. Our divine bodies are an example for the squalid peasantry." To make his point, the prince opened her shirt, exposing his chiseled abs to the rest of the court. The girls gasped, even Min's jaw hit the floor.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, indeed."
"Damn, the royal pantry is stacked."
"I could grind cheese on those."
"Err, then, if I may be so bold to ask. What are our supposed faux pas? Why have we offended you so?"
"Because of your pathetic behavior! You are throwing a childish tantrum ill befitted from someone of your station."
"Childish?! My liege, we are merely reacting to the unusual circumstances placed on our person by your mischievous jester!"
"Yeah, if anything you should be mad at that little gremlin!"
"And even now, you make excuses and deflect the blame! My jester was only doing her job. You made a fool out of yourselves without her help. Courtesy dictates that I welcome you into my home, but for your sake, I hope you learn to behave by tomorrow's banquet. Good night. My steward will show you to your quarters."
Buttoning his jacket back into place, Laurentious walked inside. The rest of the court looked at each other in confusion, but they slowly joined their liege going towards the palace after him.
"Well, that could have gone better," Arieta said, shyly standing back up and folding her arms across her chest.
"It could, but it also could have gone worse," Corsica replied.
"What in the Sisters' names are talking about? We made even bigger fools out of ourselves than the court jester!"
"Yes, but we also "showed our goods" to the dear Prince in record time. Did you notice how his eyes bulged? That pompous stuck-up must have never seen a true ladies' bosom since he sucked on his mother's tit. Let his mind slowly stir on our good visage. I assure you that he will be more pliable during the banquet."
"Huh. You are right. He was staring at my breasts like a hungry vagabond at a fruit stall. I bet he'll not be able to resist my charms tomorrow! I'll make mother proud and win our family a kingdom!"
"Win her a kingdom? You? My, aren't you confident? Well, may the best sister win, Ari."
"Yeah, yeah. You girls have fun." Daurica rolled her eyes. "If you need me, I'll be sulking in our bed."
"No-uh. Mother sent us all to seduce the prince, so it's only fair you help too, sis. " Ari grabbed Peonie's left hand.
"Yes, let's go get ready for the banquet, dear sister," Corsica wrapped her hand around Peonie's arm. "We have a lot to prepare."
"W-w-ait, I know that look! L-let me go! Noooo."
Min blinked as the duo dragged their unwilling sister inside. She was the only one left outside. "W-wait, I still have my clothes?! How did this happen? What about the... curse. Wait, of course. It all makes sense now!" Min giggled, the spark of a wonderful idea flashing on her mind. "Oh, things are looking up!"