It feels like the Summit of the Three all over again. Only this time, there are no humans and I'm seated on the wrong side of the table, with the wrong hands on me.
The grand hall has been set up for a dinner too lavish for four. Lilith, Rafael and I on one side of the table. And Lucien solely seated directly opposite of me on the other side.
We were dressed lavishly as well. Rafael had me cleaned up. But it was no different from another parade. Another sheer dress worse than anything he's ever had me in. It is silver and shimmers as if drenched in water. It doesn't fall around me freely. No. It hugs to my curves, while revealing that have nothing underneath. The neckline takes a desperate plunge, exposing the raw red skin where 'UNCLEAN' is branded across the mark in bold letters. My hair is swept into an updo, my face, painted once more.
