Emilia’s delicate fingers trembled as she struggled with the thin, intricately beaded straps of the revealing dress. Confusion clouded her innocent eyes, her brows furrowed in frustration as she twisted and turned, trying desperately to tie the delicate strands that were meant to fasten at the back. But there was no fabric there—nothing but bare skin, a vast expanse of her soft, porcelain back fully exposed.
She had tried twice already, and now for the third time, her hands fumbled with the strands. The beaded straps tangled hopelessly, and she lost her grip. In a horrifying second, the front of the gown slipped forward, the top part falling away from her chest. Emilia gasped in sheer horror as her creamy mounds, wrapped in a delicate black bra, were revealed.
“What kind of dress is this
