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.

You were sitting at your vanity with your candles illuminating your face in the mirror, in addition to the other ones around your quarters, applying some cream to your skin 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, like he was asking a goddess to enter her temple.

“...May I come in?”