<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ca/67/03/ca67038a7b88d4a091bc6d566539d08c.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Anahita<br/><strong>Alias</strong>The Lady, Nimue<br/><strong>Location</strong>Main stage- privet rooms<br/><strong>Time</strong>Day one, evening<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>A pale blue, basically see-through thong<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Her Prince<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As her Prince lifted her easily his firm hands sliding over her ass and pressing her body forwards into the cool metal of his breast plate the blond released her hold on him and skimmed her hands down the side of the armor, unbuckling the leather straps and pulling them open one at at time. By the time her Prince had lain her on the soft sheets she had his breast plate fully undone and as her body fell gracefully back onto the sheets she raised her arms and smoothly drew the metal plate of his chest.<br/><br/>Beneath the armour was a simple shirt which The Lady made quick work of also removing before lying back fully on the bed her arms raised, which thrust her breasts upwards slightly her long golden hair fanning around her like a halo. She too gazed at the man before her, until she reached out a hand and taking Darren's hand drew him slowly down on top of her. As she did Anahita leaned up slightly to crash their lips together once more.<br/>