Mia sashayed up the aisle, her broad hips rolling. By design, the wedding dress was designed to show off Mia's breathtaking body. Every one attendant was given an impressive view of the eighteen year old's large, taut, round backside, and the corset amplified her cleavage to impossible levels. Mia knew, withotu having to see, that blood has rushed into her imminent husband's virgin penis as she approached. Mia was not especially tall, though her legs were long and shapely; even so Aegeus was barely at her height with the stool.
Mia glanced over her shoulder with piercing, emerald green eyes, across the assembled knights, lords and ladies. Then she turned back to the bishop and broke into a radiant smile, and the old, man, staring into the canyon of her cleavage, joined her and Aegeus in wedlock.