Olivia’s smile was soft and radiant as she listened to Juliette speak, the pale moonlight coming in through the window causing her flowing ebony locks to shimmer slightly. As she listened to Juliette’s compliments her soft, sweet smile blossomed into a smile of pure joy, her ocean blue eyes lighting up with happiness. For all her positive qualities, Olivia had a propensity for vanity with flattery always soothing her into lowering her guard.<br/><br/>As Juliette showered her in praise she found herself craving more, every syllable as addictive as a Nydewian opiate. However as Juliette stepped in closer, suddenly looking deeply into her eyes Olivia felt herself grow nervous, so unaccustomed to being so close to one she desired. A soft pink hue slowly started to spread across her cheeks as Juliette called her beautiful, adding a strange touch of colour to her usually pale features. She wanted to look away shyly but her eyes seemed locked with Juliette’s, captivated in those soft spheres of perfect brown. A soft shiver started to trail down along her spine as Juliette’s fingers traced down along her arm, her eyes fluttering shut as she let out a content sigh.<br/><br/>Then the topic moved on to more amorous affairs and her whole world spiralled out of control.<br/><br/>She realised that she desired the Princess, truly and deeply, like she had never felt before and she hadn’t dared to dream that the two of them would ever be together. However she had never been with anyone before, never so much as kissed and the thought of doing so all at once made her slightly nervous. Even more overpowering than that nervousness was her fear that she might do something wrong; perhaps she would be a terrible kisser; perhaps her touch would be too firm or too soft to be enjoyable; perhaps she wouldn’t look as appealing out of her clothes; perhaps she’d use too much tongue when they kissed. Was she even supposed to use her tongue at all?<br/><br/>Her head was spinning with a barrage of thoughts and for the first time ever, Olivia was afraid. In every scenario she had ever been in she was always in her element; poised, confident, the master of her domain. Slowly her eyes started to dart around, peering into the semi-lit darkness. Although the two of them were surely alone, Olivia was not one to trust a loose tongue in a public place. “Perhaps we should not discuss this here,” she said nervously, neither giving Juliette a yes or a no. She did not want to hurt her or ruin their chances of being together with a no but she did not want to force herself into a corner with a yes, lest she ruin things as well. The walk to Juliette’s room would give her time to collect herself, time to think and time to come up with a plan.