The Entertainer/Clay went to dress up

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No response, the King opened the door. "If Julius was inside, he'd have his door locked by now." The King mentioned. "Here, you'll find the drawers of my son filled with clothes. Take your time in selecting what you want!" Charle allowed him inside, the boy tilted his head in confusion. "Is this a girl's room?" He looks back at the King, the room including the big bed was filled with dolls and stuffed animals. "Yes, yes...I hear that a lot from my maids and guards. The boy has a unhealthy obsession with those." "My room is filled with books!" Felicia proudly said.


"Is he secretly a girl?" He ask, meanwhile Felicia giggled. "Don't worry about it, just get dressed up. My Daughter and I will wait for you outside." He said closing the door. "See? Even Clay thinks he's a girl!" He pat Felicia on the head. "It may seems like it, but it isn't any different from Daddy's strategy room. You remember the little figurines i use to showcase position, camps, different armies while I am talking to my men?" She tilted her head. "Oh? So you're saying he's doing the same with dolls?" He smiled. "Exactly! The only difference is the shape and form." "I never saw it that way, I just thought he was weird!" "Now now, you know he's not weird, he's barely six like you are remember?" She smiled up. "I guess you're right!"


Meanwhile Clay looks around, he really thought this was the room of Felicia just by the sheer number of girly things. He gulped up imagining the strange dressing this boy could have. Opening a drawer, he made a little mess trying to find something good and finally fall on black proper clothes with gold buttons. He looks back at the door, worrying they might open it...But he quickly removed that idea from his head, undressing himself. He took a moment to look at himself in the mirror while naked, his mind drifting to what happened...And how lucky he was to be where he is and not dead. His hand ruffled up his junk for a moment, but he shook himself thinking he has to hurry or he might get caught.


Putting on the clothes, it was a tight fit, but it did the job. He definitely looks more like a noble than a commoner now...Despite his fur's color. He looks back at the door. No response, he picked up his old clothes and went back toward the door, opening it. "Do I look okay?" The King signaled a maid to come pick up his clothes, she did so diligently. "Yes, my boy! Your clothes will be cleaned and you'll be able to pick them up if you want...Thought you won't really need them anymore, I've decided that our first destination will be Taylor's Dream." "YOU MEAN THE BIG CLOTHING STORE?" Felicia ask happily. "OHHHH THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN!" She jumped like a little kid on spot. "Awww...But I'm hungry!" The boy whined. "Hm." The King looks toward a grand-father clock in the hall. "It is around Ten o-clock, more than enough time to dine..."


The King crossed his arms and pondered for a moment. "Ah, that's it!"


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