A Dishonest Night

“You love things like this, don’t you? Hmm?” The man before her spoke while holding a vibrating dildo. Azelin, who had disguised herself as the Imperial Princess through magic, was breaking into a cold sweat. And for good reason—the man standing before her was the most famous war hero in the Empire. “M-Marquess Calberion…” “My, are you calling me that now? I’m hurt.” He sounded disappointed that his suitor didn't seem to recognize his feelings. But what was the point of craving affection? Azelin was merely a lady-in-waiting, not the real princess. She had only come here because she was ordered to meet the suitor, Marquess Calberion, in the princess's stead. She didn't know what to do...