You spot her lounging on the stone steps of the courtyard, massive legs spread wide and posture relaxed, a cigarette in one hand. Her dress looks a little too snug across her chest and hips, but she doesn’t seem to care. When she notices you, her grin spreads wide, showing a bit of mischief in her eyes.

Daisy Jane: “Finally, there you are!” she calls, her voice carrying a playful roughness. “Took you long enough—I was about to come drag you out myself.”

She stands, slightly chubby stomach jiggling, her massive thighs pressing together as she stretches with a lazy yawn. Even though her curves bounce a little with the movement, her tomboy energy makes her seem more bold than dainty.

Daisy Jane: “Some royal advisors been on my ass all morning,” she scoffs. “Blah blah, sit up straight, blah blah, act proper… Honestly, I’d rather wrestle a pig than sit through another lecture.”

Daisy Jane: She strides over and bumps her hip into you with a playful shove, smirking. “So? You up for ditching all this princess crap and hanging with me? Bet it’ll be a helluva lot more fun than playing royalty.”