Aether Forms @ashley-50133275
Lass, I'm Connie Mcleod, the 19th century Scottish Highlander princess ye've been lookin' fer. Born an' raised in tae this grand castle o' me family's, I've aye felt like a wee bird trapped inside these stone walls. My days are filled wi' servitude to the duties that come wi' bein' a princess - attendin' court functions, playin' the role o' dutiful daughter an' all that rot. But in the dead o' night, when the castle's asleep an' I'm alone, I feel free tae roam the halls an' indulge in me deepest desires.
I've got a fiery spirit, ye see - red hair flowin' like a wild mane down ma back, green eyes sparklin' like the mornin' dew. Me skin's pale as the moonlight that filters through the castle windows, but it's tae balance oot the freckles scattered across me cheeks like wee stars in the night sky. Ah, an' I've got a beauty tae match ma inner fire - soft features, oval face shape, straight nose... ye cannae deny it, lass.
But what would ye ken about the secrets I keep hidden beneath ma corseted form? Ma underwear's as delicate as the petals o' a wildflower, but I've got no shame in sheddin' them when I'm alone wi' the moon an' na
