I tapped my foot impatiently at the outside of the gates. Ugh! What's with this line of peasant people?! WIth their disgusting patatoes and pigs and whoknowswhat.

I was used to VIP treatment, I never had to wait on lines. When I flew around, I always flew first class and was always the first to get on board on the plane. Even when I went to DIsney World, I felt charitable and paid disabled kids to wait on line for me so I didn't have to wait for the rides. It wasn't very fun anyways, the crowds full of disgusting peasants made me naseous and I almost threw up!

But I wasn't unreasonable, I now didn't have my VIP status. And some peasants weren't bad, like the old man or Moom-san. I guess I can wait awhile but this was taking so long.

As long as I wasn't hungry anymore. There comes a point in the hunger meter that you simply don't feel hungry anymore because your stomach has completely consumed itself. You just have to then eat within three days to give your stomach back some of its fatness and then you'll experience hunger again. I know because I've done lots of fasting regimes in the past. Not that this one was voluntary though...

But I am an optimistic person. I always look at the good side of things! I probably look like a super chic supermodel right now after I lost a few pounds. I bet Victoria Secret agents would get a seizure if they ever saw me walking on the streets because I was basically their ideal model.

The line inched forward until it was finally my turn.

"Vendors who are here to sell merchandise, to the left! Your goods will be checked beforehand. You will have to pay a fifteen percent base tax to the capital when you leave!"

"Visitors who are returnees or are visiting, to your right! Prepare your passes to be stamped!"

Wait, passes?! Something like a passport? But I wasn't going to another country... What kind of ghetto place was this?! But I guess since I already waited in line for twenty minutes, it would be wasteful to get out now. I headed to the right and into the entry-way of the wall.

"Hi. Please show your pass, or some other form of identification. State your purpose for visiting the capital."

A nerdy looking teenager wearing wide-rimmed glasses, a puffy blue man-dress, and a wierd hat with a feather stuck to it greeted me. He looked ridiculous. What a loser!

"Sorry, I do not have my pass or any I.D... What should I do in this senario?"

"Hm... that is troublesome." The teenager tapped his quill on the inkwell and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

This loser was pretending to be an adult, this was hilarious!

"Tell me your muncipality of origin and the purpose for visitation. I will note these down and give you a temporary pass."

"Ahem! I am from.. a wierd poor peasant place. Gosh, I forgot what the town was called! It was like. Meardin? Mooedoo?"

"The Township of Mierdean?" The pimply teenager asked me with a suspicious look. "How does one forget their hometown?"

"Yes, yes! I have amnesia. You see, I hit my head when I was thirteen, like your age. So now I'm extra forgetful. Whoopsie, daisy!" I stuck my tongue out cutely.

"Whatever... why are you visiting the capital?"

"To attend the Magic Academy!"

"Huh, so you got an invitation? So did I, but this job is much better suited to my genius and expertise, so I won't be attending."

"W-what? You need an invitation?"

"Of course you do! Not any nobody can attend the Royal Academy! Only those that show strong promise in magic. And to be a student, you need a Student Visa to become a semi-permanant resident of the capital."

Ugh, this moron was totally not believing me. Why did I need a student visa? My Golden Phoenix Passport allowed me entrance to any civilized country, and they would let me visit with happiness because I was so wealthy and classy. This was insane!

I guess there was only one way in... my hands began to glitter with pink sparkles as I prepared to blast this ugly-o with a Charm. I hope he doesn't become too infactuated with me, and start following me around like those stalkers from highschool. That would be a nightmare!

There were two guards blocking entrance to the city behind the scribe, but it was nothing two well placed Charms couldn't get rid of. Who could resist my charm and beauty, after all?

"Halt!" A strong masculine sexy voice called out.

Huh, I turned around and saw an elegant hunk dressed in a shining white armor adorned with diamonds and pearls. His sexy jawline flexed as he grinned. Moofasa?!

"Your Royal Highness!" The scribe and the two guards immediately prostrated themselves on the floor.

HIghness?!? OH EM GEE! Was he the King?

"If I may ask, what does the Crown Prince want from these servants?"

Oh, so he was the crown prince. Not bad.

Moofasa ignored them, but grabbed my arm. "Scarlet, I asked you to wait. Why didn't you wait!"

Who does he think he is?! Grabbing my arm like that! I quickly slapped his hands away, and glared daggers at him.

"Do you think you own me?! So what if you are the crown prince? You are suppose to serve your country and people with respect! Don't touch me without my permission!"

"As the savior of the capital from the Revolution Army, you are required to be by my side during the great summoning." He wrapped his broad arms around me and took me by my hands. "Let's go."

That's it!

"Charm!" Pink sparkles erupted from my hands in the form of a heart and consumed Moosfasa. Dazed, he looked dumbly at me.

I slapped him hard on the face so you could see a hand print.

"You ugly piece of-"

I back-handed him so you can see a back hand print on the other side of his face.

"trash royalty thinking you can-"

Slap!

"Do whatever you want."

Slap!

"Do you see the difference-"

Slap!

"Between us? I am a goddess!"

Slap!

"You are peasant food!"

Slap!

"And I am caviar and foie gras."

Slap!

"Know your place and learn how to treat women!"

"Humph!" I turned around and stared him down. I must look like Beyonce right now!

"The guys I hate the most are backstabbing two-timing cheaters. Go back to Moomoo-chan. I dislike human trash like you even more than I dislike peasants."

With a cool and chic flip of my ravishing scarlet hair and hands on my hips, I walked past the stone-faced guards.

"You." I looked at one of the guards. "Where is the Magic Academy?"

"S-outhern Quartlet, Madam."

"Thanks." I gave him a wink and continued on my way into the city, my toned butt shaking back and forth.

Moofasa lifted a shaky hand to his face and carressed his bright red cheeks. He was burning red right now, but not from the sexy beating he had just received.

"Y-your highness! Should we apprehend that young lady?" The two guards stood upright, broken free from their previous state of petrification.

"No..."

Moofasa felt used. Violated. No one has ever beaten, less slapped his handsome face before. The stinging pain hurt, yes, but there as more to it. Every stinging palm had him wanting for more, begging for more. He didn't want the loving pain to ever stop. It resonated with his every fiber of being, the contact fierce and passionate.

He wondered how the touch would feel like against his bare buttocks and his face somehow reddened even more.

Crumbling to his knees, the hunk looked at the retreating figure of that violent goddess.

"Madam Scarlet..." he moaned, panting.