Snap!
The sound of the thread snapping was as sharp and jarring as a gunshot echoing through empty woods.
For a heartbeat, neither of them understood what had happened. Arielle's laughter faltered mid-breath, her joyful expression collapsing into a sickening mix of panic and disbelief.
Then Cillian saw it.
Arielle's dress—once perfectly fitted and beautiful—was slipping.
As if some unseen force had pulled it apart, the corset suddenly gave way, the laces tearing loose until the entire bodice collapsed. In one mortifying instant, the silk slid down her body, baring her chest to the open air.
Her chest.
Her entire chest was exposed.
She stood there—half-naked, frozen in horror.
"Goddess!" someone gasped, their voice slicing through the stunned silence. "Do you see that?"
"What the hell?" another voice joined, incredulous. "Did she just pull her dress down?"
"Is she in heat or something? I can smell—wait—no, that's impossible!"
"She's unshifted!"
