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“Yes. I figured I’d ask and see what we could get away with.” She gives me sly look. “The men only think about armor and weapons, but you and I both know that sometimes our only weapon is the way we look.”
I hate that she says that, because I hate that I have to agree with her. It’s become quite clear to me that the rules in this world don’t always apply like they do back home. Women are most definitely not equal here. Not anywhere here. That’s been a hard lesson to learn. I hate that I’m about to play up the only weapon I have because I want Aron to notice me. “Which gown’s the sluttiest?”
Her eyes gleam with approval and she puts the one in her hands back on its hook and pulls out another. “This one, I wager. Look at the material. It’s as thin as cobwebs.”
It is rather pretty and shimmery. The pale fabric reminds me of opals, with different colors swirling through the fabric as it moves. I touch it and it feels buttery soft against my fingers. “That is pretty,” I admit. “Think it’s my size or yours?” She’s got a bigger bust and a tinier waist than me.
Yule
Sure enough, it does fit. I mean, how can it not? Once I get naked and she drapes it over my head, I see why she laughed. The word “gown” is a very loose term. There are two embroidered frog-clasps on each shoulder, and the rest of the gown falls to my feet in a shimmering, sheer fall of fabric that slithers over my skin. And it’s sexy. The fabric is sexy. The sheerness of it is sexy. Even the way it hugs my shoulders as if barely managing to stay on is sexy. The material itself clings and slinks against my body as if it’s a second skin, outlining everything and leaving nothing to the imagination.
“Want to rouge your nipples and cunt?” Yule
“Um, no, I’m good.” I resist the instinctive urge to put my hands over my privates as she studies me. Stand out? Everything’s already standing out. My nipples are standing at attention, sticking out against the dress and completely outlined. The now-trimmed strip of bush I’m sporting is utterly visible. I don’t think I could stand out more if I tried.
“Yes, I suppose he likes how natural you are. I can see it holds a certain appeal to him.” She studies me. “Lick your lips.”
“What?”
“Lick your lips. Wet them. Make them glisten.” She arches an eyebrow. “That’s what this is about, right? Seducing Aron into your bed?”