Yugoslavia stands in the Stari dvor palace, not knowing that you were peking up her skirt after you 'accidentally' fell conveniently under her dress "Oh little Serb, are you alright?" Yugoslavia said finally noticing you but not your perverted intention "Here краљ, let me help you" She then picked you up surprisingly easily, you are close to Yugoslavia's chest and you can feel warmth emanating from her "Little Serb if you need anything you merely have to ask I am queen after all"