This is a cursed story of a woman sent to another world, with a twist.
This story is not for the weak-minded.
That said, enjoy!
"You are fired."
The business woman had announced the end of that man's career as a matter of fact, in the driest of tones, and with the same schadenfreude as for the preceding hundreds. Only a few words were exchanged before the former employee left her office, spiritless and distraught. Moments later, she stood and made sure the door was closed and properly locked.
Livia could barely hold for a few seconds before furiously starting to masturbate. The aroused blonde hastily undressed in the middle of her personal office, her only audience the birds and clouds at such a sky-scraping height. It would be the understatement of the year to say she liked her job as Director of Human Resources; proof were the hot stains of pleasure fluids the perverted woman released on the carpet. How would these poor people react if they knew she rewarded herself with an orgasm for each soul she sent over?
It was all about dominance, and Livia knew she had it all: perfect hourglass figure with large breasts that made looking at her eyes an ordeal for the opposite sex, and even if they did manage, her adorable countenance, pulpy lips and platinum-blonde flowy hair always left them spellbound. Her witchy looks and sharp mind were the main drivers of her successful career.
Becoming Director of HR before her thirties was a major achievement which filled her with pride, but it came at the cost of her personal relationships. The higher her position and beauty, the higher the requirements for her potential mate. The few ties she had woven with the opposite sex did not resist the pressure: she was too beautiful, too smart, and too successful.
And it was laid down on the stained carpet of her office, panting and sweating profusely while soon approaching a new height in carnal pleasure, that Livia made a peculiar wish.
"God, may I find a mate, whatever the cost..."
And her wish was answered, but, as she would discover, far from the way she intended.
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Livia climaxed in the lewdest of moans, arching her back with trembling legs as the action of her fingers on her nether regions made her squirt plenty. Still delirious under the intense surge of pleasure, she passively observed the passing clouds in the grey sky, her tongue drooling on her sexy face as she progressively slowed her breathing. It further took precious seconds to realize something was really, really wrong; the first thing she immediately felt was the sudden change in flooring, and so for a good reason.
"Co-cold! What the heck is this?!"
Stone slabs wet by a recent rain made for a terrible ground to lie down on. She immediately got to use her hands to alleviate her shoulders and feet, already feeling dirty under the chilly weather. Her brain took way too long to appreciate the sudden change in environment: one moment she was in her comfy office, and moments later, she was naked in the middle of a plaza, right in front of an empty fountain, who knows where. More than a dozens of shady passersby were ogling her beautiful curves, a few with already pent-up desires; they had the chance of witnessing her lewd arrival, but even her current predicament and display were enough of a spectacle to spark lust. A sheep among wolves, the astray gorgeous blonde acted in the best manner her instincts told her too.
"Kyaaaaaaaa!"
Livia shouted in a high-pitched voice while running in a random direction as she tried to cover her large bosom and her womanhood to protect what remained of her dignity, with little success. The damp pavement made it difficult to traverse barefoot while she avoided crossing pedestrian, red with shame and a measure and a half of disbelief. But her tender nakedness did little to distract her from the worrying signs all around that told of a much, much bigger issue at hand. The houses on the sides seemed to be mainly made of stone strengthened with wooden beams. The irregular cut of the cobbles on the ground, the lack of apparent hygiene, and the townspeople’s medieval attire.
"For the love of God, where am I? Did I go back in time?"
She eventually lost her way, ending up in a dark alley, panting and sweating like having run a marathon, which she did, nude. Her feet starting to hurt, the wetness of the ground and the dampness of the air made her feel miserable. Her adrenaline was still high, her heart pumping like mad: she knew she was in great danger, but not what to do.
"Are you lost, my lady? Do you need a guide?"
Terrified by the mocking tone of that voice, Livia promptly turned around, and cursed when she spotted three ruffians blocking her way out of the alley. Left on her bare own against these dubious individuals, she tried to scream to help, but with no avail, the passersby simply ignoring her, as if she were invisible. Worse, she noticed a sort of spherical barrier surrounding them which refracted the light as it came through like on hot days. Her confused and desperate face did not miss to amuse the thugs, who couldn't refrain from explaining.
"You must really be new to the city, m'lady."
The ruffians laughed while surrounding her, slowly, taking all the time in the world as if they were absolutely sure nothing could stop them.
"This is a staple of the [Thug] class, the [Subtle Theft] skill."
Livia tried to keep her back straight to assert dominance, but the only effect it did was make the men more aroused as she offered an even better view of her breasts. She barely listened to what they were saying, trying instead to draw attention from the passing crowd behind them, in vain.
"They can't hear you, and they won't see you unless they really focus. You're really green for such a gorgeous babe. Is it your kink to be naked in the streets? Are you a pervert?"
She was eventually out of space to retreat, her back and rear on the damp and cold stony wall, an uncomfortable feel, refreshing as it may. The thugs had stopped talking, their rough breathing a clear sign of their pent-up lust as they could not stop staring at her bosom, her rear, her pulpy lips. Livia realized that only a few seconds remained before she would be assaulted. She put aside her despair and immediately started thinking, as deep as she could. Was there no way of saving the situation? Could she buy them, offer money in exchange maybe? She had so many connections, but probably no one in this town. And she was naked for God's sake! They clearly wanted her body, their raging boner an absolute proof of that.
Mere moments passed for the thieves, during which Livia's brilliant might formulated a coherent plan, albeit, risky. She started putting her plan in action, and to do so, she kneeled down in front of the men, taking them by surprise, before opening her mouth in a lewd manner, sticking her tongue out.
"You got me! I'm a slut who loves to suck dicks, naked in the streets. Please, feed me, my Lords!"
This was her strategy, lame as it was. Better be active and control the situation than passively endure it. The hands of the bandit in the middle reacted before his brain as he unleashed and inserted his shaft in her open mouth. Livia nearly threw up at the revolting taste, a mix of dried semen, urine and dirt, as if the guy didn't take a shower in weeks.
"Oh, what a good slut, such as damn good slut!"
Hands on her head, the thief ploughed back and forth in her throat, having the time of his life, while Livia did her utmost to fake being comfortable to such a horrendous treatment. She had never, ever given head to a man even once, and that this barbarian was the first recipient of her oral grace was an absolute disgrace. She smiled with her eyes at the man penetrating her mouth, and brought fingers to her lady parts to try to get some pleasure out of that, to avoid suspicion. The man suddenly stopped, removed his staff and laid his package on her head, smearing her own phlegm on her face and hair.
"Lick my balls clean, slut."
Having no choice in the matter, Livia reluctantly imposed revolting flavours to her taste bugs as she expertly licked the man's testicles from bottom to top, as if she had done that her entire life. Her obscene display made the man's accomplices masturbate furthermore, eagerly waiting their turn. Being the kind of person that never does half-hearted jobs, Livia took the entirety of the gentleman's balls in, offering them the most comfortable bath known in testicles-kind.
"You're the best, what a good bitch!"
His commentary did not help alleviate the self-inflicted shame Livia felt, naked in the streets while serving as a cock-toilet for ruffians she just met a few minutes ago. But what she didn't know, and would learn later, was that fellatios were almost taboo in this age. The main religion imposed that oral activities were degrading and formally forbidden, such that even thieves like them would generally avoid employing them, even against unwilling participants. But if the slut asked for it herself, and even promoted that she did so regularly and that it was her kink? Only idiots would refuse!
"I'm nearly there. Open your mouth, slut, and swallow whole!"
Livia stuck out her tongue and cupped her hands, waiting for her load like the best of pornstars. The ruffian could not wait anymore and ejaculated ropes and ropes of sticky semen on her eyes, her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and a non-negligible quantity on her tongue and mouth. In following bellows, the thug on the left couldn't bear with his lust and impaled her mouth seconds before releasing his juice deep against her throat. Livia climaxed at the same time, but her moment was ruined as she could not refrain from retching, her gag reflex not trained enough to swallow in such a manner. Lastly, the remaining man unfurled his seed on her hair and breasts, resulting in a crying blonde, disgusted with what she had accomplished.
"You're a natural slut. You would sell quite high on the market. What's your class? [Sex Worker]?"
Livia thought for a moment, and eventually elected to continue her acting.
"You guessed right. Can I go now? I have other customers waiting; you're lucky I didn't charge you this time!"
"Alright."
The thief gobbled her lie, and immediately presented a helping hand for her to stand up. Taking hold of it was less bad than blowing his manhood so she didn't mind in the moment. She immediately regretted her action when she looked at the man's face again. Numbers in a white font were floating right above the man's head.
~ Robbert Filly, [Thug, 26]
She saw the man in question reciprocally glance at a spot above her head. She couldn't tell what he saw but his wide-eyed expression conveyed all she needed to know. She could see the man thinking deeply about what to do, his hand still holding hers awkwardly, when he eventually closed his eyes and sighed.
"What's the matter-"
She tried to ask before her mind went black.
Robbert grabbed her before the lady went limp, sparing her body any additional bruises. They had already messed enough as it is. His followers immediately noticed the change in attitude, ready to follow his orders.
"Klink, come! Hold her. Absolutely make sure she does NOT get any further damage, do you understand?"
The thug in question promptly nodded before approaching and taking hold of her delicate body. Though he could not resist a small lick to her right breast which granted him an angry look from Robbert before he refrained from disrespectful acts.
"Blame, you stay there and maintain the skill. I will go ask Boss for orders, probably specifics plans for her. Again, make sure to not get detected. If we mess up we're dead, but if we succeed... spending a month free at the brothel will only be the beginning of our rewards. Understood?"
"Yes, chief!"
The two ruffians fortified their focus on their respective task while Robbert promptly left the dark alley.
Minutes and minutes passed as they eagerly waited for his return, dreaming of virgins and riches. Klink was already feeling his arms heavy, gravity doing its due on an adult mass. The fact that the woman was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen brought a tremendous boost to his motivation though; having to hold her somehow, he didn't refrain from exploring her curves under the pretext of losing hold. On the other end, Blame was initially serious, on the lookout for potential intruders; but the dark alley was well positioned, not a lot of traffic passing by, and the panting breath of his aroused colleague won over his control as he intermittently turned his head to ogle the woman's curves.
Klink was too busy playing with his toy to notice his colleague falling down, and it was with her nipple in his mouth that he went on to kiss the ground, revealing a colourful individual dressed in a majestic clown outfit. His mask showed a static creepy smile, while his eyes constantly moved left and right, analysing the entirety of the alley before stumbling upon Livia, still unconscious. His pupils dilated upon admiring her, and he was getting down to touch her when -
"Woof!"
A huge mastiff, leashed linked to the clown's hand, seemed quite aroused as well, and notified so to his master, his tail swinging left and right and a red protuberance already pulsing under his belly. The clown stood straight, put hands on hips while he raised an inquiring eyebrow to his best friend.
"Woof woof!"
The great dog double-confirmed his ambition; a staring contest ensued before the clown shrugged it away. He moved back and made subtle hand gestures that seemed enough to protect the place from unwanted gazes, before closing his eyes and blocking his ears. What was going to happen was certainly not advertiser friendly.
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Klink and Blame eventually regained consciousness, roughly at the same time, but immediately regretted waking upon glancing at the horrendous scene befalling upon their eyes. Livia was on the wet stony ground, laid down on her expanded belly, her rear pointing upwards, in a clear mating position. Because, yes, she had been violently bred: her bottom lips had been forcefully widened, a constant flow of liquid seed coming out from it with touches of redness evidence of the roughness of the act. Her back was full of vertical scratches, and her hair dishevelled in a way that was only possible if her head had been used as support. It was really a miracle that the woman remained unconscious all along. Both men observed the underlying disaster, before eyeing each other.
"This is your fault."
Klink immediately blamed Blame.
"I was not the one groping our target. You distracted me!"
Blame deflected the blame.
They switched between looking at each other to her desecrated body, back and forth, before the alertness of the situation waned down. The smell of sex soaking the alley coupled with the alluring position of the unconscious woman made them reconsider their next actions.
"She's really hot though."
"She is."
They shrugged the situation away before eventually taking position, banging her in turn, adding up to the seed in her womanhood, her ass-cheeks now presenting vivid human hand red marks. Their business done, they put their skills to use to hide the incriminating evidence. Klink took hold of Livia's body, making sure not to put any disgusting seed on his equipment; he didn't know what species it was, but the smell was atrocious. He pressed on her belly, forcing the liquid out until it appeared relatively normal.
"Alright, do your thing, Blame. I'm not level 20 yet."
"You owe me one Klink. You know I can't do this more than once a month. Anyway... [Flawless Theft]!"
These two words, as simple they seemed, packed quite an amount of power: an invisible force slowly started clearing the impish liquid away from the stone slabs; Livia's body also got magically cleaned, dirt removed that left her skin smooth and clean. The only issue that remained were the back scratches and internal wounds that the skill couldn't handle. Klink hesitated for a few seconds before deciding it was worth the sacrifice of a few coins, and brought a red potion out of his pocket. Sprinkling drops of it on her back and fingering her bottom lips with it seemed to do the trick: from the outside she seemed as pure as a maiden.
Relieved, the ruffians only had a few moments of respite before they heard loud wooden wheels approaching. Robbert was back with a cart and sheets. He brought the vehicle near them and made a sign to Klink to bring her over. The two thieves were panicking internally as their chief inspected the goods, but eventually relaxed when he nodded. Robbert ogled her bosom one last time before covering her.
"Alright, let's go. Boss is waiting for us."
No questions asked.
They were safe.
For now.
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Livia stood on a literal mountain of men, piled up high enough to offer her eyes a splendid vista of skyscrapers. Each one of them tried to court her with words and riches; they were barely a nudge away from falling down, and she took pleasure to topple a few for her personal pleasure. Livia had a great time, really, but it would have been greater without this pressure and itching on her back, and now something was pulling her hair.
"Good Lord, can't you even leave me in peace for a few minutes -"
She turned her head around and saw a large mastiff abusing her back, menacing of toppling her if she resisted or didn't stand in the right position.
"Bugger off, you beast!"
She tried chasing him off but the dog, who couldn't seem to resist his lust any further, ripped her clothes off and became more insistent; it started browsing her nether regions with his tongue.
"No, stop that! God, this is disgusting! This is... oh -"
It had been such a long time since she'd had any sort of human contact that she couldn't avoid enjoying this brief surge of pleasure, but the wrongness of the act quickly caught up, and she threw her hand widely in an attempt to stop it. The beast was stronger, and it did not like her violent reaction, toppling her off the edge.
Livia fell, faster and faster, before water caught her fall.
"Cold! This is so co-"
Livia woke up, drenched in water that Blame had thrown in her direction.
"Bastard, is that a way to awaken a lady?"
She seemed to be in a cart, still bloody naked she cursed, in a depot that contained a few other vehicles of the kind. There was enough space to contain a dozen wagons, and it was half filled. Where the bloody heck did they bring her? The main thief of the band, Robbert, appeared from the side and approached to give further orders. Livia noticed the man could still not refrain from staring at her breasts. Was she that attractive or was the guy a virgin?
"You smell terrible, we can't let you see the Boss like that. There is some soap and water near the wall; rinse yourself. Hurry up!"
Not being the one to refuse a shower, she complied and started cleaning herself, wetting the soap and applying it on her skin. Somehow she had gained in importance, so knowing that they wouldn't touch her anymore - at least until she saw their employer - she made a show of her soapy curves in front of their eyes. The effect was immediate, their pent-up shafts barely holding back.
"Here are some clothes. Dress up - exhibitionist."
He whispered the last word but she caught it nonetheless, red with shame as she recalled that it was somehow her fault for being naked in the first place. Livia picked up the garment offered by the thugs; a priori it seemed like a rustic dress for a villager girl, something she would only see in medieval movies.
"Did I really..."
She shook her head. It was too early to conclude, she needed more information. Hopefully that Boss in question would provide ample answers.
Once ready, the trio led her throughout a few aisles and stairways; Livia was quite used to large buildings, but this was something else altogether. The walls were made of stone and the visible roofing of wooden beams; achieving such a height with limited technology was not an easy task. Their leader had to have deep pockets; but that also made him more dangerous. She started feeling afraid: would the chief of thugs be more ruthless than his underlings?
Their stroll through the mansion finally led them to a corridor with sizable doors. Robbert knocked on the door.
"Boss, it's me. Our guest is here."
"Enter."
Livia's suspicion after that strange pitch of voice was confirmed when they entered the large office. Bookshelves were lined up on the side walls, while the centre of the room was covered by a large round carpet, with a mahogany desk situated at a good two thirds of it. Sitting on the desk was a red-haired woman with a pretty face; the dark circles under her eyes and the mountain of red tape surrounding her told of heavy responsibilities. She finished signing one last paper before freeing her abused pen, allowing herself to look at her guests.
She raised an eye-brow upon glancing at Livia, not expecting a class-less to be this gorgeous. Her facial features were so strange though; why would a foreigner, class-less none the less, come to this clueless city? Robbert had already given her a run-down of her stark appearance in the plaza; such as pity she couldn't see her delicious curves...
"Thank you for bringing her here, you may go. Ask Natalia for a reward."
"Yes, Ma’am."
The trio bowed respectfully, glancing at Livia one last time before leaving them alone. The rustic dress was itchy and well below the standard of clothing she was used to; the upper part was especially not adapted to her bust size, ending up with a deep and sexy cleavage for any to see. The boss lady had to focus harder than usual to not look down, as she tried to remain neutral to keep a position of power. She stood and offered a handshake.
"Rhea Pistache, Guildmistress of the city of Bolar. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
She stood there, offering her guest a few seconds to decide whether or not to accept the hand. Livia had noticed that this seemingly gesture was in fact the door to revealing your class and levels to others; but Livia appreciated her announcing her name in advance and even more info on her status. She accepted the gesture, knowing well that it was the reason she was here in the first place. The two pretty women shook hand, unravelling their secrets to each other.
~ Rhea Pistache, [Sex Worker, 48]
Livia gasped. She stared at Rhea with disbelief.
"How? Why?"
"That's how it is here. The class system is a cruel one; you cannot change your own, it is fixed in stone. Mishap during youth can lead to disastrous consequences, as you can guess."
Rhea left her desk and walked around her room, playing with books to hide her shame.
"I have become Guildmistress to lead people in the right direction, and prevent them from doing stupid mistakes. But also to show them the right way in case it did happen. People with the wrong class can still benefit society if led well."
"What about people with no class?"
Livia could not refrain from asking what this lady wanted from her, not that she had anything against her philosophy. It was in good faith, but her underlings had essentially raped her, so she did not agree at all with her. Livia intrinsically guessed that the class affected something deep, deep inside individuals. The languid gaze the [Sex Worker] was surreptitiously throwing at her was all she needed to know.
"People in your case, with barely a few hours in this world -"
Livia coughed, shocked that her secret had been seen through so rapidly.
"- have a great opportunity. Tests have shown that the class is determined by the majority of the actions you have done in this world. Plough the field long enough and you will become a [Farmer]; fight long enough, [Soldier]; and so on. Do you see where I'm going?"
"You want to give me a specific class? Why?"
"Spot on! For the why, I've already explained my rhetoric. But know that I won't do it for free."
Livia took some time to dwell on her proposal. If they could trick the system into giving her a splendid class, she would become a great ally to the Guildmistress, probably increasing her network. These win-win scenarios were not a foreign concept to Livia.
"Could you give me more details on the type of class you have in mind for me?"
"Absolutely. Research has shown that faking a role is good enough for the system to take that into account when deciding the class. Usually people who fake an activity for years become good at them so it does make sense in the long term. But what would happen for an individual like you who appeared only one or two hours ago, if we were to fake being royalty for an entire hour?"
Livia's eyes widened when she got her point. What an ingenious trick! Both women stared at each other, a grin on their faces. This was bound to be the start of a great relationship. Rhea seemed to have prepared the necessary items in advance as she unveiled a box containing a gorgeous pink princess dress, a diadem and a set of silver cutlery.
"Time is of essence. Shall we start?"
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A few bags of tea and fake royalty discussion later, Rhea elected that they've had achieved the requirements for a regal class.
"With this, I promise you will get a royal class, either [Princess], [Queen] or a derivative. Before the attribution ceremony, we shall discuss of our arrangement and draft a contract."
Rhea opened a drawer and extracted a roll of empty parchment that looked expensive. She began inscribing the common introduction for this kind of contract. Meanwhile Livia, eager to get her class, poked the stacks of documents populating the desk, trying to think of the best way to get more on her side of the deal. Just getting a class like that was not enough for the former Director of HR.
"Rhea, what do you want in exchange of your help?"
"I would like you to become my employee for a month. Nothing illegal of course. I will have you meet a few people who should yield us better deals when confronted with a [Princess] rather than a [Thug] or a [Sex Worker], if you know what I mean. Would that be fine with you?"
Rhea continued writing the details she just mentioned, able to argue with her guest at the same time. She seemed very used with this double-play; was this how she had obtained such an important position?
"While I appreciate your help with the class trick, I do not believe one hour of tea is enough to buy me services for a month. Henceforth on my side I would also require your help to increase my class proficiency, at level 10 minimum by the end of the month."
Rhea suddenly paused mid-writing, raising an eye-brow at her guest.
"Level 10? This is not a trivial task to achieve you know, people take years to arrive at this level. We will have you employ your class skills the entire day, are you comfortable doing so for a month?"
"I am determined to not waste my time."
"Perfect, then considering that you share responsibility with this level requirement, I agree."
Rhea wrote all this down on the special scroll, making Livia became increasingly interested.
"By the way, is there any legal entity in the city to enforce contracts? What if one of us triggers a breach of agreement?"
"Legal entity? No, nothing like that. This is magical my dear. We will both agree on the collaterals, and the contract will know if it needs to apply them or not."
Livia was afraid to ask, but the subject was bound to be reached at some point.
"And what kind of collateral do you usually use, Rhea? Monetary?"
"Monetary incentives do not work here, people wouldn't mind losing money to breach a contract if they could get away with a greater deal elsewhere. No Livia, it's much simpler. I use death as collateral. Simple but effective."
Rhea delivered on the question with a deadpan expression that didn't reflect the severity of her words. Livia was horrified; in her life as a human resource manager, she had drafted probably around a thousand of contacts, and equally fired thousands. But cold-blooded murder by words on a piece of paper?
"I will die if I do not manage to give you a royalty-related class, or if you do not reach level 10 by the end of the month. You will die if you stop being my employee or act in a disruptive manner that prevents your level from increasing by the end of the month. Does that sound fair?"
"I-isn't this a bit excessive? That's a lot of death for a contract... Why not replace it with pain for instance? Like a big headache."
"There are remedies against headache and pain in general; some skills completely disregard them altogether."
Livia thought deeply about the pros and cons of the contract. At least for that whole month she would be under the protection of this powerful individual, despite being her employee. And that regal class would last for her entire life in this world! Enough to give her time to retrieve the info she needed to go back to her world, if possible.
"Alright, I agree."
"Perfect."
Rhea wrote the final words and signed herself, before turning the parchment around.
"Sign here with your full name."
The scroll started shining brightly the moment both signatures were in, the mystical experience a short one as the scroll disintegrated into particles, leaving the businesswomen to a solemn silence.
"You didn't mention how one obtains a class. Is there a specific ceremony?"
Livia took the initiative, her life depending on the acquisition of new skills. She had witnessed how the thieves had cornered her with ease with a simple spell, despite their low levels. What powers would she obtain with a royal class? Her business drive got her excited at the prospect of new ventures.
"It's a surprisingly simple one, a small speech and a few gestures. It is usually done in a church at mature age for common people, but richer families obviously have diverse strategies, some similar to ours, to make sure their progeny get the best results."
Rhea went back to her desk to retrieve a document that seemed to contain the special words in question and the gestures to follow. Livia took a few minutes to learn them by heart; meanwhile, Rhea prepared her office by closing the windows and sprinkling the room with candles to give it a solemn atmosphere. She didn't know if it really helped in the class decision-making process, but there were reasons for traditions. Furthermore, this was an important event for an individual, especially for future royalty.
Livia eventually put down the sheet on the desk, nodding to Rhea. The latter pushed her desk further to free the round carpet where Livia positioned herself, at the centre. She felt tense but excited, full of hopes and dreams. This was the start of her new life as a powerful individual in this fantastic new world which she knew nothing about. The class she was about to obtain would determine whether her path would be an arduous or an effortless one.
The second she put her knee on the ground and interlocked her hand in a prayer, concentric circles of white light appeared on the carpet, which seemed to be a good conductor for magical activities. Livia kept calm and focused on her speech.
"Heavenly Lords, I pray you.
I am confused by my own ignorance.
I have done great deeds,
But I am still lost.
Judge me for what I am,
And inflict upon myself the [Class] that I deserve!"
The majestic ceremony reached a peak with the last sentence. Rhea had forgotten about the ceremony, hers having been done in such a rush years ago. It was only because she was now a spectator that she could notice the transcendent heavenly choir, and the sparkling rays of light falling through the ceiling. She swore she could somehow hear whispers in the background, something resembling old men arguing over unknown matters.
Meanwhile Livia was still kneeled down, eyes closed and sweat flowing down her forefront. This was too much to comprehend in a day. She could not wait to get a good night of sleep. Couldn't they just hurry up?
They seemed to react to her thoughts as the lightshow abruptly ended. Rhea hurried to the windows to get some daylight in, before staring at Livia, trying to guess her new class from afar. The platinum-blonde woman looked as gorgeous as she did before, maybe slightly more imposing. Rhea guessed her charisma would improve with additional levels. But amid all the good news, her instincts told her that something was amiss. Didn't Livia seem more, foxy, than usual?
"Rhea, hurry up!"
Livia rushed to grab Rhea's hand, not leaving the latter the time to prepare herself. After all, their contract dictated that she would die if the class wasn't royalty related. This was heavy matter, not that she couldn't understand her excitement.
She eventually shook her hand, and slowly raised her head to read her new friend's fresh class.