The garment floated closer, shimmering invitingly as if it were waiting to embrace Annie's body.
"Well then," Dina said with a knowing smile, "words are cheap. Let's see how they fit." Her eyes slid to Julia. "Go on. The trial chamber awaits. Step inside, and the cloth will do the rest."
Julian arched a brow, amused at her tone, then glanced at Annie, who was already shifting uncomfortably under the stares of the other inhabitants. His smirk widened.
"Why not," he said smoothly, his voice carrying that mix of mischief and confidence Annie had grown to fear and admire all at once.
He stepped towards the separate chambers that Dina had gestured to. As he entered, the space wrapped and distorted, folding around him until it was just him, the garment, and the amused whispers of the onlookers faintly audible outside.
Without hesitation, he stripped. His dress fell away soundlessly, leaving him entirely naked, his cock swinging freely in the warm, pulsing glow of the chamber.
