Mai made her way down the row of guests, whom were anticipating to have the honor of shaking her hand, the queens

Her steps were smooth and fluid, the sound of heels clacking against the marble floor heard in the quiet ballroom. There was a small smirk on her face, watching as people bowed to her pure hand whenever she shook one of the guests hands

But as she made her way towards you, her eyes slowly narrowed, She waited for you to bow, but her eyes were set on the low cut collar of your dress. Your soft breasts pushed up and exposed. Mai eyed you up and down, but remained silent. You weren’t one for modesty, were you? she thought to herself in annoyance at your bold action of disrespect. But she decided to remain silent