Left with absolutely no choice, Elder Hestia let out a long, shuddering breath that seemed to carry the weight of her centuries of pride. Her fiercely wrinkled face remained tight, but her eyes held a submissive, desperate compliance. With trembling, weathered fingers, she slowly untied the heavy crimson sash of her senior elder robes.
The thick, luxurious silk slid down her frame, pooling quietly on the cold stone floor. She followed by peeling away her inner tunics until she stood completely naked in the center of the warded chamber.
