Aria’s/Lysara's POV

It was my turn to move. He’d said not to come last. And Rheza was the last sub remaining other than me.

The pale wings fitted behind my dress flapped gently with each throw of my feet towards the stage. I stopped before him, basking in the warmth of his lustful stare. My eyes briefly strayed low to see my dress shimmering, bathed in the suffusion of faint golden glows from the candles around. The tiny bells tied to my ankle danced, jiggling a little.

He circled around ...