Chapter 131: Of Heels, Hunger, and the Moment the Castle Held Its Breath
Everyone in the room turned to Seraphielle.
She didn't look surprised. If anything, she looked pleased—chin lifted slightly, wings relaxed but alert, eyes glinting with the unmistakable satisfaction of someone who had just identified a problem and was already ten steps ahead of everyone else.
She gestured lazily at Vaelory.
"Take it off."
Vaelory blinked.
Then blinked again.
"…Take—?" she started, then stopped when she realized what Seraphielle meant.
She reached for the fabric of the gold dress, fingers hesitating only a moment before slipping to the clasp at her back. The dress loosened just slightly—
—and she froze.
She could feel it.
The weight of stares.
Rin. Seraphielle. The fox demon. Every single pair of eyes in the room was on her, attentive in a way that suddenly made her acutely aware of the fact that she was, in fact, about to undress in front of an audience.
