I only agreed to play the “replacement” spectator at a New Year’s male striptease and, for a moment, to sit on the icy throne of the Snow Queen. For free. In a crown. Too tempting not to be suspicious.
But instead of an harmless show, I got a trio of stripper shapeshifters—who suddenly declared me the Snow Queen’s heiress and decided to urgently drag me into another world. My opinion? Not included in the price.
Although I’m not resisting. One of them caught my eye. There’s just one catch: they aren’t one at a time. They’re a set. All three at once.
Happy New Year!
Looks like I won the grand prize
In the text you’ll find: polyandry, a heroine transported to another world, hot shapeshifters
P.S. The story is fully finished and being edited