You stand up, and force yourself in-between the two. "Please. Stop fighting." you say, as you slowly walk over to Peach's side. Peach looks at you with wide eyes, confused at your choice. Samus, who fought to defend you, grunts and retreats to her room quickly, leaving not a word for you or the victor. Peach slowly turns to you, as she rubs herself up against your body. "I see you made the right choice. Surely you'll find my beautiful feet to be a much more adequate, than compared to that poor mercenary's." she says, as she takes your hand and leads you off to her room. Although you feel like the choice you made is not without doubt, something just seems wrong. You've pissed off Samus, and taken the obviously dominant Princess Peach as your next, and closest ally.

As she takes you into her room, she opens the door and reveals the extreme levels of pink on nearly everything in her room, save a few mushroom and star decorations. Peach lets go of your hand and stops dragging you, as she takes a seat down on her fluffy, pink bed. She crossed her legs at the knee, and looks over to you devilishly. She one gloved finger, she points down to the ground and smirks. "On your knees." Peach says, giggling softly. You reluctantly oblige her request, and get down onto your knees, directly in front of her feet, curiously covered by her signature white thigh-high stockings. She dips her big toe up, as her stocking exposes the movement very vividly. "Surely you understand the procedure here, do you not? When in the presence of royalty, you are required to get on your knees and show your worthlessness, by worshiping her feet." Peach whimsically says, with a certain comfortableness in her voice. She raises her foot and brings it right up to your lips. The princess smirks softly, enjoying her time with you at her feet, making her existence all the more engaging. "Kiss my toes. Show your loyalties to your new Princess, would you? Your hands are soiled by those under-maintained peds of that bounty hunter.. this is your redemption. Now hurry up, before I consider you unworthy." Peach says, quickly giving you no route left to escape to.

You softly kiss her stockinged toes, as they wiggle very softly within their white confines with delight. "Oh, how I love the power to command. Keep kissing, I want you to taste the feet of royalty." Peach says, as she sits straight on her bed, admiring your determination. With a soft passion, you continue kissing her toes, one by one, giving each toe some much desired attention. As you spend your time down into her feet, you realize that Peach does tend to keep herself remarkably clean. Not a spot on her stockings, or her blouse, and she appears to keep her feet just as clean, as their signature smell would be more closely described as peaches with a hint of cream. As you keep kissing, Peach pulls her foot away from you, returning both of her feet to the floor, one right next to each other. "On the ground.. you need to see this is a privilege, not a request. My feet are nothing short of perfection, and you will be allowed to see them if you keep yourself loyal." she says, remarkably determined to hold your loyalties strongly tied to her. As you attempt to speak up, to confirm your feelings about this, she raises one finger, commanding you to wait. She sits, staring into your eyes, apparently thinking about what to do next with her newly acquired servant.

Your pulse strengthens, as nervousness slowly overwhelms your senses. What could she be planning, you think, as she slowly flexes her toes right in front of you. Peach lowers her finger, as she inhales softly, looking to spout out yet another order to you.