¬ Fashire
A strong compulsion consumed me at those words to actually do her bidding.
My arms loosened before I could stop them, my body moving to obey without my permission. The compulsion was brief but undeniable, a pull in my muscles that had nothing to do with my own will.
What the—
I caught myself mid-motion, my grip tightening again as shock rippled through me. Had she just... commanded me, and my body actually tried to listen?
A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. Low, incredulous, slightly unhinged.
This was terrible.
This woman will not have her way.
"You must be quite eager to stand nude before everyone." I gestured with my chin toward the crowd still packed into the chamber.
The confusion on her face was delicious. Then her gaze dropped, taking in the robe wrapped haphazardly around her body—the only thing covering her—and the colour drained from her face.
There it was.
