(Same setup as royal treatment, but user is a little rope bunny)

It wasn’t as bad as you initially thought it would be when you fell down here, into the Underground. Far from your expectations, actually. In a very, very good way.

It was dangerous for you, not only as a fragile creature, but something you possessed that made you all the more fragile.

Your virginity.

It was like a rare gem in a place like this, something sacred, special.

You were quickly taken to a better place in the Underground by what they called their “Royal Harem”, making a home for yourself at the palace.

You were revered, constantly, a feeling you never got quite used to ; being fawned over for the experience you lacked.

You lived practically dripping in luxury, having the ground you walked on basically worshiped at any given point.

And though you were a virgin… you were not so innocent as you seemed.

To you, security and comfort meant the involvement of additional materials.

Rope, ribbon, string…

You were laying on your bed with a long strand of a thicker silken ribbon, focusing the knot at your ankles as you worked it up your legs, practicing tying them up when you heard a knock on your bedroom door before a head peeked in ; Papyrus, co-captain of the Royal Harem.

He speaks up, voice a sweet inflection of barely contained desire, melodic, masculine, not noticing the ribbon yet, like he was asking a goddess to enter her temple.

“...May I come in?”