Azulle woke to the sensation of drowning. Gasping for air she reached out only to find her hands moved about with nothing impeding them in movement much one would feel while swimming. She then stared up to see where she was but almost all she saw was white.... with the sole exception of two black lines and then she recalled what had happened to cause this matter. Azulle reached up at her face and pulled the gelatin body of Francois. The white slime must have moved in its sleep to place itself on her face. More amazing while she moved the white foul-mouthed slime from her face the slime remained asleep as its listless body wobbled and stretched in ways no creature with bones could.

“About time for you to wake up, Eito-slut!”

Azulle looked around and could not see the source of the voice... that was until the clear shape of the bunny ears that were stuck on the black slime came into view.

“Why do you have to be this much of a jerk in this early in the morning.”

“Perhaps you don’t understand how much I despise you Eito! Not only did you violate my family, but you caused my death. And now I am stuck as some gel-like being stuck to be at your side!”

“Hey, keep it down in there! Some of us want to sleep in till brunch!” Shouts a pink bear-suited woman in the cell next to Azulle’s. This caught both Azulle and Noir by surprise and the two started to whisper as to not confront the muscle blessed woman who with all likelihood was also built like a bear inform not just her prison offered uniform.

“What kind of insane three-year-old girls take on jail is this! I mean the cells aren’t locked or anything not to mention the decor.” Noir stated as he jiggled in fear of what would come next.

“Captain Jenni was said to always have an unusual way to keep prisoners. But I never had to clean this part of the castle.” Azulle turned and looked alone the pink frilly curtains of her cell and saw the thing she regretted. They're hanging on the cell door is her issued prison uniform. She dreaded what cutesy costume Jenni has left for her to wear. She sighed and then smelled her maid uniform. It reeked. Given her and Gils adventures the other day had her trudging through trash and muck. Likely she would have to get a new uniform from lady Marril. She just hoped that Gil did not take out his vengeance again on her meager amount of clothing back in her corner of their room.

She grabbed the outfit and moved out of the cell Noir following in tow while Francois remained sleeping now in the fluffy bed sheets of their bed. Azulle could not help but feel this prison spoiled her in ways her daily life prevents. A nice room of her own... well excluding her slime companions, fancy cakes, teas, and now as she walked to a device that clearly was once originally intended to boil oil to burn people alive, she would now have a much-needed bath. But first, there was one issue left to be dealt with.

“Hey stop following me! I am going to have a bath and I don’t need your perverted eyes watching me, Noir!”

“You have nothing to look at Eito-slut! But it’s a glorious joy to see the great Smiling Devil seducer of many women reduced to a squealing embarrassed little girl!”

“That doesn’t mean that the pervert police pudding can ogle me while I am naked!”

“Hey now whatcha making all that noise for so early in the wee hours my sweet girl!” Asks a sleepy Jenni pointing her snout into the curtained bathing area.

“It’s this perverted slime Captain! He won’t leave me be while I take my bath.”

“Awe this little cutie just is worried about cha!” Jenni comes in picking up the black slime and rubbing her face one Noir causing him to get upset after being used as a towel. “Maybe I can find something for the little guy to eat. While you take your bath. You must look nice after all. My cute little maid.”

Azulle is a bit relieved but at the same time a new worry pops up. She has known Jenni for a while and she did always feel an odd stare on her when she was around the Captain. Now she feared she wanted to make sure her cell was locked at night, just to put a barrier between the twisted mind of the wolf guard and her.

The bath was pleasant, the temperature of it seemed to always stay just warm enough to allow the body to be thoroughly cleaned. And even more interesting despite all the dirt and grim she had on her the water always appeared to remain crystal clear. Azulle thought that maybe a spell was placed on the vat to make the bath remain clean and comfortable, even if one looked like they were within a giant stew pot.

After the bath Azulle wrapped herself in a towel set that Jenni set out and as she dabbed her skin dry, she could not help but feel the light scent from the towel began to coat her skin.... were these magical as well. And if so, then why is the Captain doing this for the prisoners... or was it just for her. The issues only compounded when she finally uncovered the prison clothing for her. While Hideo Eito has gotten used to wearing skirts and maintaining a girly nature, the typical uniform that Azulle wore always matched those of the older maids except for hers being pink while the others were such a dark blue they were almost black. But no what laid before her was by far the girliest outfit Azulle had seen in ether, world. Before her, was a dress adorn all out in frills flowers, and ribbons. But the dress alone wasn’t where it stopped as the look continued about in her matching shoes, stockings, and even underwear. Knowing her old uniform was now an adventure in itself for the laundry staff. Azulle knew she was stuck with the prison uniform she had. She grabbed at the garb when a loud metal clang hit the floor and that is when she saw it. An exquisitely crafted iron tiara, adorned with colorful glass gems. At least that is what she hoped they were just so that the queen would not question Azulle from stealing from her royal treasures.

In personal protest, she made do with what she had to wear and adorn herself in the look of the cutesy princess of the castle’s prison.

“Took your sweet time your highness.” Snickered a giant of a man in a ducky tutu.

“I don’t know she looks absolutely delicious to me.” A young elf girl says in a cute dog suit as she squirms and smiles in a way that sends shivers down Azulle’s spine.

“I think it’s nice to have a young and bright face around here. To be young again with all of life before you. And so many more lives to take it makes this old man weep.” Recollects a grizzled old man in a frilly Lolita dress.

“Please this place will only warp a girl like this. You all just would make her into a pervert or worse. Listen up girl you need no part with any of us or you will only end up staying in a place like this.” Says a Dwarf in a bright blue sundress.

“Umm thank you for your concern but I...”

“You are just among you fucking kind, criminal shit in this life or the next, Eito-slut ... no princess Eito!” The white slime Francois says while yawning awake.

Azulle glares at the slime.

“Man, your damn slimes are annoying. Grumbles the woman in the bear outfit. Following the white slime.”

“I think it’s cute that she brought her pets in here.” The elf proclaimed.

“You would you pervert. Look, girl. Do not get to think you are in here by mistake. Just like all of us you are here because you are a problem to the damn royals above. Still, I must admit the Captain of the guard does treat us in a most unusual way from most jails I have been in.” The grizzled old man states. “Anyways my name is Brookins. I am here for trying to kill the queen... let us see .... umm was it fifteen or sixteen attempts.

“It’s twenty-three. Or have you forgotten your that along with all the people you have killed in your attempts as well?” The buff man the duck tutu says. “Anyways girl. My name is Grell. I used to be this kingdom's top assassin... but they keep me here when I am not needed to kill a bunch of people. To my left is the bandit leader, Tundal. He led groups of his dwarven brothers to raid the mountain towns of this country. Then there is Claire, seriously you best stay away from her. She is a serious pervert and loves to play with children like you.”

“Hey Grell, that’s not cool. How dare you try and keep me from such a cute young delicious-looking girl!” Claire shouts at Grell.

“I say it to keep the girl safe from your twisted grip!”

“Yet you boost your kills over mine Grell.” The woman in the bear suit gripes as she sits down at the table with the others.

“Umm, and you are...” Azulle asks only to shiver in fear at the strong glare from the woman.

“None of your damn business, girl.”

“She is Vindall.”

Azulle suddenly looks in shock at the woman’s name. Even she knows the name of Vindall. “You... you’re Vindall the Vicious vixen.” The others begin to laugh.

“Yeah, that’s her. The legendary killer from the kingdom of Drell to the west. This damn mercenary general defected after she led a coop against her own kingdom taking on over four thousand men all on her own. Or so the story goes.”

“Stupid rumors and lies.” Complains Vindall. “It was six hundred and thirty-four.

“That’s still impressive.” Azulle looks thinking of her own time as Eito and only being able to count for about a fraction of those that he killed and even still he had guns and others helping. This woman is a danger.

“They keep her alive so she will talk,” Grell states.

“Look will you ever shut up Grell or do I have to kill you too. And you girl... tell your damn slimes to shut up. I can’t stand their damn mouths going off and this annoying one sure has a filthy mouth on it!” She says tossing Francois to Azulle.

“Wait you can understand them?”

“I learned the slime language years ago. They tend to be all over dense populations and can inform you all about weak points of places. But I guess not many people figure that out. The question is why do they keep calling the bastard daughter of the royals the name Eito.”

Azulle nervously laughs. “Uh, you must be mistaken it’s just a stupid name they give me. It means nothing.”

“Fine whatever kid. Just get those annoying pests to be quiet.”

“The nerve of that woman I will show her. Let us see how she likes a slime getting caught down her throat!” Noir angrily proclaims only to halt in his tracks with the glaring stare from Vindall that sends shivers down his gelatinous form.

“I will try and keep them down.”

“Yup not one Fucking peep. Butch bitch!”

Azulle tries to muzzle Francois but comes up just short as Vindall’s look turns to rage. “I promise I will get them into control!” She then grabs Noir and moves to the furthest position of the table from Vindall only to be seated next to Claire who is squirming about in glee.

“Breakfast time my little sweeties!” Jenni proclaims bringing in a fancy tea set and pastries. And most of them are digging in but Claire is interested more in Azulle and is moving in to grab the young, misplaced maid girl.

“Come now my pretty prison princess let me feed you with my mouth!” She pushes forward as Azulle tries to move away. Suddenly though a loud crash is heard on the table.

“Hey, elf pervert lay off the girl while we are eating. It’s sickening enough to be in this cutesy place, to begin with!” Vindall states this causes Claire to pout by give up for now on her pursuit. And focuses on her own food. Just as Jenni brings in a special tray for Azulle.

“What is this the new girl gets special treatment?” Gripes Tundall.

“My sweet Azulle is still growing and there is the fact that Ms. Azulle is different than you all... after all, she is a royal.” Jenni states showing off a plate of food that never since she came to the world. On her plate was a big omelet with a cute cat face drawn in ketchup, A small salad, and toast cut into other cute animal shapes.

“This girl is noble? But she was dressed as a maid...” Tundall stands puzzled.

“She is the king's bastard moron. My guess is the same woman that keeps us all here in fear or convinces isn’t too keen to have her around.”

Explains Grell.

“The queen.”

“Now, now, my little dearies don’t go making a fuss again about the queen. Sure, she may be a bit violent...” Jenni is halted by Brookins interrupting.

“A bit violent! The woman cut off this girl’s dear mother’s legs because she had a child with the king. No to mention that when she came into play, she personally executed the royal executioner. The woman is insane.”

“That may be so ... but it’s her actions that keep this castle in line. Besides, I happen to know that she is mostly like that due to her unfortunate curse.” Jenni went on.

Azulle thought of this. When she was still being raised by her mother, she learned of this world’s odd habit to grant a curse upon each person. It was said the more severe the curse the more powerful the being. But in time she learned it was only half true. Curses came about around the same time as one would possibly get their tablet if it came to them. Not by birth and those without tablets tend to just declare their misfortune caused by the unfair class system to be blamed as their curse. But then only Azulle herself had been granted a curse before she got her tablet as far as she could tell. And at that moment, she thought of how little she even knew of the world outside the castle or even the power she possessed with the p-phone.

“We’ll eat up my sweet darlings. We have lots of work to do after our meal.” Jenni smiles in a weird and twisted smile that only one with many jagged teeth could feel both warm yet as a warning not to step out of line.

Azulle began to eat when she noticed the slimes watching her. And she wondered what they ate. She knows they both used to be humans from earth but now slimes ate a variety of things according to the phone. Pushing through the messages and notes the phone had she came upon an entry for basic slimes. It appeared slimes tended to eat only elements based on their colored nature. Dark blue would live on a diet of water. Red lived on fire and embers and so on... when Azulle scrolled she did not see entries on either black or white slimes. The closest ones were sliver-looking slimes that ate metal ore, and brown ones that... well ate actual crap. In fact, it turned out that many cities flourished having a large population of brown slimes living in the sewers.

Noir and Francois make a gurgling sound, and Azulle looks at them looking lethargic. “I guess you guys need to eat something.”

“You fucking think so!”

“You’re pretty dense there aren’t you? Eito-slut!”

Azulle offers them a bit of her own meal and each tries it, but Noir gets sick while Francois merely just spits out the food each of them ate.