After staring at the door for a minute, Emma takes charge and starts collecting clothes and other small stuff on a heap.
‘I only see Tristan’s clothes!’ Vicky shouts as she hurries through Tristan’s closet. ‘Where are yours?’
‘This was the only thing I have besides my slave clothes. I went to the seamstress but nothing has been delivered yet.’ I answer
‘Well you can’t go looking like this and I refuse to let you wear those other rugs.’ I can’t help but smile when I look at her determined face.
‘You refuse?’ I ask laughing. ‘Well master, what should I wear then?’
‘I don’t think the prince would mind seeing you without clothes!’ Emma joins the conversation as she continues her scavenger hunt. ‘But I also don’t think he would like other people to see you naked.’
‘Maybe he would if it’s
