Anastasia lay in her bed with her head on Prince Charles chest. She was wearing her lace bed gown that showed off a lot more than it should've. Charles stirred." What you time is it ?"he groaned. "Where do you have to be ?" asked Anastasia." Orphanage." "Ugh. Your just like that sad excuse for a stepsister,Cinderella. You don't really like them do you?" she said as she pressed her breasts against Charles's chest. Being a prince is hard"he said.
"Really?"pressed Anastasia."How would you feel if you had to be the ugly stepsister. That's hard." "Stop whining,where is Cinderella now?" "In a seamstresses shop" she said happily.
Prince Charles left shortly after that. Anastasia got to be in the castle all day. By herself, and she was feeling frisky.