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On hearing the suggestion though Emily bristled with indignation, “Oh no, you quite happily stood in front of him buck naked and let him look at you, no decent woman would do such a thing, only harlots and fancy girls would be so shameless, I can't have such a woman associated with me, no you will remain a fancy girl until he leaves and then maybe we will restore you to your rightful place, maybe.” she snapped somewhat sternly. “What do you mean maybe?” Tracey uttered meaning to sound as stern as Emily but instead it came out rather meekly. “Well whatever possessed you to display yourself so wantonly Tracey, maybe you are a harlot after all ?” she sniffed and Tracey had no real answer to her. “Oh well you can't stay here in the main house now, you will have to live with the other fancy girls until we sort this mess out.” Emily huffed. 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Emily stood and seemed to think about her answer for a few seconds. “Well yes technically but once she carried the mark of a fancy girl she will be one forever, there won't be any escape from her bbw fate then. What do you think Tracey, should I ask the blacksmith to brand that pretty little rump of yours?” she smiled. Now the idea appalled Tracey, as Emily had said, a brand was permanent and despite her protestations would confirm her status as a fancy girl forever not just two days. 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