She had hardly spent a day in recent memory outside of the confines of a corset, but Lavinia has never a corset feel like this. She struggled for air as Arabella pulled the laces taut. Her chamise creased under the pressure, the folds more pronounced as the corset cinched Lavinia’s waist to a daring angle.

“Some of us,” gasped Lavinia. “Still need to breathe.”

“Not tonight you don’t. And in any case, we breathe too. Just less.” With a flourish ...