Lorien POV
Olyssia disappeared for barely a minute before returning with another woman the owner of a small boutique who, thankfully, agreed to open after hours just for us.
I followed them, heart racing as the woman took quick measurements before pulling a single outfit off the rack. I didn’t need to try on more. The moment I slipped into it, I knew it was perfect.
The black lace corset clung to my curves, sheer in all the right places, with delicate boning traced beneath the fabric for structure. Thin padded panels covered just enough to leave the rest dangerously see-through.
We didn’t have time to waste, so I pulled it on beneath my clothes, smoothing the fabric down over my skin. “Charge it to Auren,” I told her.
She gave me a knowing smile, and when I added a generous tip, she t
