Lorien POV

Olyssia disappeared for barely a minute before returning with another woman the owner of a small boutique who, thankfully, agreed to open after hours just for us.

I followed them, heart racing as the woman took quick measurements before pulling a single outfit off the rack. I didn’t need to try on more. The moment I slipped into it, I knew it was perfect.

The black lace corset clung to my curves, sheer in all the right places, with delicate boning traced beneath the fabric for ...