Peta Pledges Her Cleavage Allegiance File

And she had found her weapon.

“Your Magnificence,” Peta said, her voice a silken purl that cut through the court’s murmur. She did not bow. Instead, she placed a hand on the plunging neckline of her gown of midnight velvet. It was a calculated gesture, theatrical and absurd, yet delivered with the gravity of a high priestess at an altar. peta pledges her cleavage allegiance

Peta didn’t care. Her cleavage, warm and steady, thrummed with victory. The pledge was made. The game had just begun. And she had found her weapon