"Lift your leg, little scholar," Isolde commanded softly, tapping Ariana's shin with her bare foot.
Trembling, Ariana obeyed, clutching Oliver's shoulders for balance as she lifted one leg. Isolde knelt before her, holding the artifact open. She slid the sheer, white lace up Ariana's calves, over her knees, and up her thighs.
The fit was tight. The enchanted fabric seemed to shrink to mold perfectly against Ariana's skin.
Isolde snapped the waistband against Ariana's hips.
Snap.
"Oh my…" Isolde breathed, leaning back to admire the view.
It was a lewd masterpiece. The white lace contrasted sharply with Ariana's pale skin, digging slightly into the soft meat of her hips to accentuate her curves. But the center… that was the main event.
The crotchless slit was perfectly aligned.
