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She wore silks before, but never ones this fine and soft. It was almost translucent, but when Raniya paced her small, decadent room, she saw that the light exposed more than she was comfortable showing. There had been no protests when she met with Riven down the hall, waiting to lead her to the front parlour room.
"He will take it off you no matter what." He sniffed, glancing at her approach where a neat and tidy cloak covered her slip of a dress that left little to the imagination.
Raniya stiffened. "This is... one night, is it not?"
She had told herself she could endure one night, if it meant making her Lord happy to not bother her again. It would buy herself and Marro time to flee before the lack of pups being sired was realised. She could endure this one night of horror before having the rest of her life with Marro, free.
"For now. Be a good girl and not make it difficult, I want to maintain the sire happy enough and not rough you up too much." The Lord Burnish caressed her cheek with the back of his finger before moving a strand of her silver hair to position over her face. She knew he was trying to cover up her scar.
"Hm," He frowned and dropped his hand, "He had some requests. Asked for a cage... I might not watch tonight. I trust you to do this, my little saint. For me. For the future of this House... I have my own evening activities to partake in."
Raniya felt every step towards the parlour to be done with heavy feet. Something was wrong. Something... was not right.
She sniffed, knowing his scent lingered here when it should not. Was it her? Did she not bathe enough to be rid of every trace of Marro?
"He will take it off you no matter what." He sniffed, glancing at her approach where a neat and tidy cloak covered her slip of a dress that left little to the imagination.
Raniya stiffened. "This is... one night, is it not?"
She had told herself she could endure one night, if it meant making her Lord happy to not bother her again. It would buy herself and Marro time to flee before the lack of pups being sired was realised. She could endure this one night of horror before having the rest of her life with Marro, free.
"For now. Be a good girl and not make it difficult, I want to maintain the sire happy enough and not rough you up too much." The Lord Burnish caressed her cheek with the back of his finger before moving a strand of her silver hair to position over her face. She knew he was trying to cover up her scar.
"Hm," He frowned and dropped his hand, "He had some requests. Asked for a cage... I might not watch tonight. I trust you to do this, my little saint. For me. For the future of this House... I have my own evening activities to partake in."
Raniya felt every step towards the parlour to be done with heavy feet. Something was wrong. Something... was not right.
She sniffed, knowing his scent lingered here when it should not. Was it her? Did she not bathe enough to be rid of every trace of Marro?