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Boulden nowadaysDeirane had spread out the clothes she was considering for the party on the bed. There were three dresses. The first was very succinct, barely covering her chest and hips, a smaller version of what she wore to the slave market. It was the kind of clothes she had grown used to since being sold to the king of Orvbel. A dress that highlighted the pattern of gems and gold that covered her body. A dress that recalled all the most painful moments of her life. A dress that had ended her adolescence. Tonight, she didn't want to court anyone. Or rather, she wanted to obtain a favor from Muy, the Pentarch. However, there was no chance that presenting herself to her almost n***d would have any effect on her.
The second dress was flashy. A rich, brightly colored fabric, embroidere
