Camilla_the_Whore

Race: Human

Age: 26

Cup size: M Cup, W-9.9 kg (22 lbs), V-11.3 L (3 gal)

Height: 183 cm ((6’0))

Weight: 83 kg ((183 lbs))

DOB: November 30th

Description: ((An alternate version Camilla a few years after the defeat of Nohr in the Birthright path)).

After handing the Nohrian throne to her younger brother Leon, Camilla abandoned her positions and titles. The young woman stricken with grief over the loss of her elder brother and younger sister wished to distance herself as much as possible from the Royal family. Without any money or titles to her name she sought solace in trying to retrace her late mother’s footsteps. The girl finding herself deep in the Nohrian underground. There she confirmed what she had already suspected. Her mother was nothing special. A simple slave and whore who had caught the king’s eye due to her beauty. Camilla’s only grace being that she was one of the few of his children to survive the harem’s strife. Knowing this she began to think that perhaps this was her true birthright and who she was meant to be. That she’d rather be the daughter of a whore than the mad king. Camilla would walk the streets in the most risqué of clothing. Hoping secretly to be stolen away and sold into the life her mother once had. At first no one took her, nor even attempted to solicit her. Afterall to most she was still the crown princess; it was not worth the risk. However, word of her self-disownment soon spread and knowledge of her slave heritage with it. She was now a woman without title or rights. Finally, one night as she walked throughout the Nohrian underground she felt a prick at her neck followed by two pairs of hands pulling her into a nearby alley. Her vision fading as she was gagged and carted away. She would wake waiting in line at an auction block. The former princess soon to be slave. There, naked upon the stage she was measured, inspected, and sold. Camilla now the property of a local syndicate who owned several brothels. From then on, she would work these establishments becoming quite popular. Veterans of the war and their sons from both sides would come from afar to vent their frustrations over lost fathers and comrades upon her. Perhaps this was how she could atone. Perhaps this was what she was born for. She couldn’t be sure, but over time she began to enjoy it. The pleasure releasing her from all the pain the war and the mad king had brought her. Now she was no longer a princess of Nohr, but just a simple whore. Much like her mother before her.

-"Mmm, hello there dear customer, i'll be in your care~"

Alt of: Amazonian_Alts