Sprawled on the floor, Prince Leur rummaged through a basket filled with female undergarments collected from all over the kingdom.

Into the room entered Saint Anne. "You summoned me, lord?"

"Admire my skill." Leur sniffed a pair. "These belonged to a harlot."

"I know nothing of such things."

"Excellent! Come hither-I must smell a pious pair."

Anne lifted her frock and squatted over the prince. Without warning, she dropped onto his face, her thighs locking his head in place. Trapped, Leur struggled, but to no avail.

Saint Anne threw back her head, inhaling the prince's exquisite scent of abdication.