"W-what on Altearth do you an..."
Princess Lucy lost her cool.
The woman pulled at her dress nervously.
Solomon didn’t allow himself to be thrown off by her nerves.
Keeping up his image as the clown, he chuckled slightly, staring the woman up and down.
"Your face is beautiful, Miss Lucy, even to a ’god’. However, you must know that attractive is more than what we can see above the neck."
He looked down at the woman’s body, trying to make out any shape of her figure from over her dress.
Unfortunately, due to Altearth being stuck in an era that matched the Victorian era of Earth, all the clothing was loose and flowing.
After hearing The Clowns’ request, Princess Lucy thought to herself nervously.
His words do make sense, but seriously, does he not realise how crazy this is!
A princess’s innocence is the most important thing that she has. If I were to show my naked body to a man...
Her thoughts were cut off, as a new realisation ca to her.
Hold on a minute... Is The Clown even a man?
She looked up at the god sitting in front of her.
Its body was shrouded by the pink clown outfit, but its handso face and long flowing white hair were on display.
Even seated, she could tell that he was tall, and probably had a decent bit of muscle on his body.
His body is definitely male, but isn’t it believed that once you achieve godhood, you ascend "sex and gender"?
Does the clown even see this as lustful? Could a woman’s naked body be so beneath him that he doesn’t even care about it?
When she thought about it in that way, it beca easier for her to make a decision.
Although she saw the Clown as a human man; a handso one too, she believed that he most likely saw her more as a piece of art that he might judge the beauty of.
Solomon White sat there as he watched the princess collect her thoughts with a thinking face.
Co on... He thought to himself. I hope this works.
After a few monts passed, the Princess finally stood up from her seat, eyes not daring to et the clowns.
Her face was blushing with every mont, as she reached her hands behind her back and hooked her fingers into the lace that held up her long dress.
With a deep breath, she pulled the lace free, and the dress fell slightly, revealing slim, milky shoulders.
However, the dress was caught on the bust of her chest, so she had to use her hands to pull it down the rest of the way.
Lucy’s dress fell to her ankles, and instantly she lifted her arms to wrap them around her chest.
In doing so, she left her lower half revealed, which seed to make her even more embarrassed.
The whole ti, Solomon made sure to keep his expression unchanged, as he sat back and looked at her body.
As expected, she was slim in all areas. Her waist was thin enough for him to wrap his hands around, yet when it reached her hips, they protruded slightly to give her an hourglass shape.
Her thighs were dium-sized and plump, with a small gap in between, allowing him to see through. She wore green panties which gripped tight around the front, surprising Solomon.
He wasn’t expecting such modern-looking underwear in such a ti period...
She tried to cover her chest with her arms, all it did was push her breasts up slightly, making the two pillows of fat seem even larger than they already were.
They spilt over the top of her matching green bra, suggesting that even though she was a rich queen with many maids at her service, she struggled to find the right size for her breasts.
After taking this all in, Solomon tried his best not to chuckle to himself.
It actually worked, and what a beautiful sight I’ve been granted.
"I-is this good enough, Sir Clown?" Lucy spoke, still not able to et his eyes.
Hmm, is this enough? I could ask her to go further, but it doesn’t suit .
For now, that can wait. If my guesses are correct, then there will be many other chances to co in the future.
The clown shook his head slightly and flashed the beautiful princess a smile.
"That is enough." He said calmly. "The beauty of your body matches the beauty of your face. They are both equally admirable. If you have struggled to find a husband, then the fault isn’t on you, but rather the eyes of the n around you."
Princess Lucy was so stunned by the clown’s words that she let go of her chest, dropping her hands to the side.
"R-really? Do you really think so?" She asked joyfully. For the first ti, a smile spread across her pink lips.
"You prayed to the God of Information, didn’t you? What does that title suggest to you?"
That’s right! Lucy thought to herself. Would the God of Information not be most knowledgeable? Surely he would understand the aning of true beauty.
Still dressed in only her green underwear, the princess dipped her head low in full respect, causing her breasts to bounce in the process.
Maybe I should have asked her to undress further...
"Thank you so much, Sir Clown. If there is anything I can do for you, then please, ask. It would be my honour to serve you."
Serve ?
Hearing this, many ideas spread through Solomon’s mind. He thought of hundreds of things he could ask her to do, but for the ti being, he felt that he first needed to understand his situation further.
He needed to learn more about the world of Altearth, and the body that he now possessed.
Afterwards he could figure out how to use the strange godlike powers he had.
"There is nothing I can think of at the mont. All I ask is that you continue to pray to , so that we can soon et again."
Stunned, Lucy was taken aback.
The Clown wishes to et again?
Her excitent was hard to contain.
"It would be an honour, Great Clown."
After their eting, Princess Lucy picked up her dress from the floor and put it back on, leaving the lace undone for now.
Then, she returned to her seat in the stands, allowing the pink mist to cover her body until nothing else could be seen.
Solomon White was left in the tent alone, mind racing with thoughts. He placed a finger on his chin and spoke.
"Now then... Who am I?"
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