"Ugh... that thing is so tight!" Isabel complained, her beautiful green eyes trembling as her hands ran down the black dress she had received from the Holy Church of Auranys, the fine cloth almost tearing under the pressure of her boobs.
After another moment of suffering, she finally got used to it, looking at herself in the mirror.
She had already taken the vow to the Master Nun in the cathedral of the royal capital and was now on one of her family's many ships, crossing the great central ocean.
Even with that knight as her guard, she was still a little anxious. Why did her father insist on sending her to such a remote place?
Even if it is a peaceful region, without her family's support, what would she do if some arrogant young master tried to take her?
"Ah..." She sighed and knelt down, her arms sinking into the voluptuousness of her huge breasts as she clasped her hands together in front of her chest, closing her eyes.
