"You absolutely may... There's all sorts in there. I approved most of them myself, so anything you fancy should keep me pleased." He followed her toward the wardrobe, their arms unlinked and him stepping half a step behind her, acting as a guide more than a lord right now. Sure enough, behind that door, were racks of clothes; from dresses and skirts, to underwear and what amounted to little more than bondage wear. Some were outlandish; and they were the tamer of the selection.<br/><br/>The King didn't particularly follow her in... instead he stepped behind her, put his hands around her hips, and rubbed his evidently quite needy cock against her plump backside. "If you bend while you look around, we can both be satisfied, hmm?" He chuckled softly, but he wasn't really joking, either.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>