Oksana

Once Assar had left the carriage and she had gotten control of her desires, she had frantically gone about changing her clothes. She went to the storage locker in the back of the carriage and pulled one of her more risqué dresses out.

She smirked as she looked at it and murmured, “See how you like this!”

She had cursed and struggled to get the dress on by herself, while simultaneously trying to get her hairstyle changed as well. She glanced out of the ...