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The Frog Princess

Camilla moaned, pressing a hand to steady herself against the stone wall. She didn't know why, but she felt warm and... Odd. The woman let her hand slip from the cool tile, not noticing the slimy handprint she'd left behind. "I must not be feeling well... I'll have to see if I can get some help from one of my darrling brrrotherrrr's serrrribbits!" Her long-lashed eyelids fluttered at the sound of her voice, but she soon dismissed the croaking as a figment of her imagination. It was easy to, when she felt so hot and sweaty. The Nohrian princess fanned at herself as she took another stumbling step forward, slick slime dewing across her skin.