Cleavage Allegiance Work | Peta Pledges Her

A titter ran through the crowd. Lord Valerius, the Master of Whispers, choked on his wine. The Sovereign’s eyebrow arched, a flicker of genuine amusement crossing their angular face.

And she had found her weapon.

She rose, the velvet whispering against the marble. And as she took her place at the Sovereign’s right hand, a whisper slithered through the court: Did she just win, or sign her death warrant? peta pledges her cleavage allegiance

“Your… cleavage allegiance?” the Sovereign asked, drawling the words as if tasting a strange new fruit. A titter ran through the crowd

At the foot of the throne stood Peta.