The young man made a deep, dashing bow to Robin, who blushed a little at the extravagant flattery.
"I'm not a 'lady' exactly, I'm just Robin. My dad's Earle Foster; he's a big shot, but since this morning-"
"But you are surely a princess!" The young gallant protested with panache. "My name is Ruprecht Karl Wastenstein von Friedenhelm; you may call me Ruprecht if I may be so bold as to call you Robin." He approached with much circumstance, froze about five feet in front of her taffeta-thonged crotch, bent slightly, then clicked his heels martially, waiting for Robin to extend her hand to be kissed.
Robin giggled and held down one lily white hand the size of a platter; Jim rolled his eyes and muttered.
The young man turned to address Jim. "And you are, Sir?" He bowed slightly again.
"Jim. I'm with her." He jerked his thumb up at the huge bare thigh beside him.
"Well, you are welcome. Welcome to my home. We get so few visitors, you will forgive me if my manners are rusty."
"They seem pretty shiny to me." Robin beamed. The little hairs on the exposed tops of her breasts stood on the ends of goosebumps, and her massive chest heaved.
"Positively greasy." Jim muttered.
"Most of my servants have left me," Ruprecht sighed, "since... I say! You mentioned that the lady - Robin -" He batted his doe eyes up at her, "is the victim of a most unfortunate curse. I, too, am such a victim. Perhaps we might join forces you and I, Sir Jim, and be of service to our respective ladies."
"You have a lady?" Robin looked disappointed.
"oh, yes..." Ruprecht looked tragic and heaved a great sigh.
"Where is she?" Jim asked.
"She lies in a chamber in the tall tower, under a dreadful curse!" Ruprecht placed the back of his genteel hand against his forehead and looked as if he might swoon. A single tear rolled poignantly down his fair cheek.
"Strong men also cry." Jim muttered. Robin administered a scolding bump with her knee.
Ruprecht recovered himself and declared excitedly. "It is settled! Robin will stay here with Eudora; you and I, Jim, will venture to see a man I know who is learned in the ways of magic-"
"No can do, Rupert-"
"Ruprecht."
"Where I go, Robin goes; that's just a fact. We don't separate under any circumstances."
Ruprecht looked stricken by the romantic perfection of it. "True love! Ah! Your souls are bonded, as mine and my dear Eudora's are. How lucky you are, Jim! Yours is truly a pearl of great price!"
Robin blushed again. "All this jewelry is fake." She plucked at the rhinestones in her hair and the faux gold of the ribbons in her bustier. "These shoes are clear plastic, not crystal."
Ruprecht looked nonplussed. "I was referring to your most excellent self, Robin." He clicked his heels again and bowed.
"Well, the boobs are real, but they're not really mine. They came with the curse."
Ruprecht looked more confused. Jim intervened. "She's being modest, Rhubarb-"
"Ruprecht."
"- she was a total hottie before, and the curse just made her a little better."
Robin looked pleased; she hadn't received the kind of flattery she was used to all day, and wondered if she shouldn't have found a hunky guy to make Jim jealous a little earlier. Strange thing was: she thought of it that way and not as what a hunk Ruprecht was and how she'd like to lose the geek and go with the honey.
"D- to G-cup, or whatever these babies are, is not a little better, Jim." She corrected coquettishly.
Ruprecht looked completely at a loss. "Forgive me, I understand little of what you say, but we must discuss our plans. Over wine and food!" His voice rose to a dramatic crescendo on the last line, and he made a grand gesture with one arm toward a door on one side of the hall. "I will instruct Cook; you make yourselves comfortable in the dining room. There is a fire."
"Is the ceiling as high?" Robin asked with a chuckle as Ruprecht snapped off another bow, spun on one booted heel, and strode purposefully out the door through which he'd entered.
"What a douchebag." Jim grumped when Ruprecht was gone.
"I think he's sweet." Robin mused, running one hand absentmindedly around the outer swell of her breast.
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