Prince Charming found her in the tower-the lovely princess Willownella, very sleepy and very innocent. The dragon had kept men away for at least a 100 years.
Here was his pristine girl, still 16, 16 forever or at least as long as she slept (and the legal age of consent in the Enchanted Kingdom).
After a 100 years there wasn't the slightest sign of wear and tear-here gown was bleach white, her skin unblemished, every blonde hair in place. She was snoring a little but that was to be expected. He could overlook that, and overlook the little streak of drool making its way down her cheek.
He woke her up with a kiss. She bolted upright like a vampire who's just been staked through the heart. One thing led to another. Apparently 100 years was long enough to wait without seeming like a slut. But what ensued was beyond even Prince Charming's sexual repertoire.
She got nasty. Real nasty. Let's just say that 100 years is a long time to go without a bathroom break. And that the torture chamber in the dungeon didn't go unused.
"The bitch is hot!" Prince Charming told me off the record. "One minute I'm giving her a little kiss and the next we're doing the nasty!"