Scarlet's POV
The silk of my gown whispered against my skin as I descended the staircase, a simple column of emerald green that cost more than most people's cars. Simple, but elegant. Understated, yet impossible to ignore. I'd chosen it precisely for that effect. It hugged my curves, leaving just enough to the imagination to make them desperate to see more. A slut seeks attention; a queen commands it.
Alfred, had delivered the message with his usual cold tone. The K-trio had finally decided to arrange a date. It's perfect.
I adjusted the delicate waist beads beneath the silk, feeling their subtle, enchanted warmth against my skin.
The more time I spent in their presence, the stronger the enchantment would grow, weaving their perception, bending the mate bond from a flimsy illusion into an unbreakable reality.
