Laprincess, the self-proclaimed princess, locks the door to her lavishly appointed chamber. She slips off her heels, the carpet plush beneath her feet. She reaches behind her, unzipping her dress, letting it pool at her feet. She stands there, bathed in the soft glow of her chandelier, her body clad only in black lace and sheer stockings. Her hands roam, touching, teasing, until they find their way to her most sensitive spot. She moans, her body writhing as she gives in to her desires, her royal duties momentarily forgotten.