Luro’s POV
I cringed and almost closed my eyes when I looked at myself in the mirror. The short black dress barely covered my thighs and the deep clevage left nothing for imagination. It was one of those shiny, leather dresses that made everything look more vulgar than it really was.
I adjusted the thin strap of my dress for the hundredth time as I looked at the back of my dress. Even the backline was so deep. A long, suffering sigh escaped my lips and my face burned with shame. I wish those attendants had at least let my hair stay open. It would at least cover my back.
“Now is not the time to sweat the small, Luro. You must focus on escaping from this hell hole,” I chided myself and forced myself to look away from the mirror. Later on I just had to imagine myself in a long flowing d
