"W-what on earth do you mean..."
Princess Lucy lost her composure. Now not only were her cheeks red, but even the skin on her delicate hands seemed to blush as she tugged at her flowing dress nervously.
Solomon didn't allow himself to be thrown off by her nerves. Keeping up his image as the clown, he chuckled slightly, staring the woman up and down with keen eyes.
"Your face is beautiful, Miss Lucy, even by a 'god's' standard. However, you must know that attractive stretches far past what we can see above the neck."
He looked down at the woman's body, trying to make out any shape of her figure from over her dress. Unfortunately, due to Altearth being stuck in an era that matched the Victorian era of Earth, all the clothing was loose and flowing.
At least in the kingdom that he found himself in.
What was its name again?
After hearing The Clown's request, Princess Lucy thought to herself nervously.
His words do make sense, but seriously, does he not realise how absurd this is!
A princess's innocence is the most important thing that she owns. If I were to show my naked body to a man—
Her thought process was cut off as a new realisation came to her.
Hold on a minute... is Sir Clown even a man?
She looked up at the god sitting in front of her. His body was shrouded by the pink clown outfit, but his handsome face and long flowing white hair were on display. Even seated, she could tell that he was tall and probably had a decent bit of muscle on his body.
His body is definitely that of a male, but isn't it believed that once one achieved godhood, they have ascended the trivial matters of "sex and gender"?
In other words, does the clown even see this act as lustful? Could it be that a woman's naked body is so beneath him that he no longer cares for such things?
When she thought about it in such a way, it became easier for her to make a decision.
Although she saw the Clown as a human man — a handsome one too — she believed that he most likely saw her more as a piece of art that he might judge the beauty of.
Solomon White sat there as he watched the princess collect her thoughts with a thinking face.
Come on... he thought to himself. I hope this works.
After a few moments had passed, the Princess finally stood up from her seat, eyes not daring to meet the clown's, who sat watching her carefully.
Her face was blushing with every moment as she reached her hands behind her back and hooked her fingers into the delicate lace that held up her long dress.
With a deep breath, she pulled the lace free, and the dress fell slightly, revealing slim, milky shoulders. However, the dress was caught on the bust of her chest, so she had to use her hands to pull it down the rest of the way.
Lucy's dress fell to her ankles, and instantly she lifted her arms to wrap them around her chest. In doing so, she left her lower half revealed, which seemed to make her even more embarrassed.
The whole time, Solomon made sure to keep his expression unchanged as he sat back and examined her body.
As expected, she was slim in all areas. Her waist was thin enough for him to wrap his hands around, yet when it reached her hips, they protruded slightly to give her an hourglass shape. Her thighs were medium-sized and plump, with a small gap in between, allowing him to see through. She wore green panties which gripped tight around the front, surprising Solomon. He wasn't expecting such modern-looking underwear in such a time period.
As for her upper body, although she tried to cover her chest with her arms, all it served to do was prop her breasts up slightly, making the two pillows of fat seem even larger than they already were. They spilled over the top of her matching green bra, suggesting that even though she was a rich queen with many maids at her service, she struggled to find the right size for her breasts.
After taking this all in, Solomon tried his best not to chuckle to himself.
It actually worked, and what a beautiful sight I've been granted.
"I-is this good enough, Sir Clown?" Lucy spoke, still not able to meet his eyes. It was as though she was attempting to hide behind her luscious orange curls.
Hmm, is this enough? I could surely ask her to go further, but it doesn't suit me. I truly do admire the female body, and would like to know more about her — for example, the shade of her nipples.
But for now, that can wait. If my guesses are correct, then there will be many other chances to come in the future.
The clown shook his head slightly and flashed the beautiful princess a smile.
"That is enough," he said calmly. "The beauty of your body matches the beauty of your face. They are both equally admirable. If you have struggled to find a husband, then the fault isn't on you, but rather the eyes of the men around you."
Princess Lucy was so stunned by the clown's words that she let go of her chest, dropping her hands to the side.
"R-really? Do you really think so?" she asked joyfully. For the first time, a smile spread across her pink lips.
"You prayed to the God of Information, didn't you? What does that title suggest to you?"
That's right! Lucy thought to herself. Would the God of Information not be most knowledgeable? Surely he would understand the meaning of true beauty.
Still dressed in only her green underwear, the princess dipped her head low in full respect, causing her breasts to bounce in the process.
Maybe I should have asked her to undress further...
"Thank you so much, Sir Clown. If there is anything I can do for you, then please, ask. It would be my honour to serve you."
Serve me?
Hearing this, an array of ideas spread through Solomon's mind. He thought of hundreds of things he could ask her to do, but for the time being, he felt that he first needed to understand his situation further.
He needed to learn more about the world of Altearth, and the body that he now possessed.
Afterwards, he could figure out how to utilise the strange godlike powers he had come into possession of.
"There is nothing I can think of at the moment. All I ask is that you continue to pray to me, so that we can soon meet again."
Stunned, Lucy was taken aback.
The Clown wishes to meet me again?
Her excitement was hard to contain.
"It would be an honour, Great Clown."
After their interaction was complete, Princess Lucy lifted her dress from the floor and swiftly put it back on, leaving the lace undone for now.
Then, she returned to her seat in the stands, allowing the pink mist to envelop her body until nothing else could be seen.
Solomon White was left in the tent alone, mind racing with thoughts. He placed a finger on his chin and spoke aloud.
"Now then... who am I?"