Deirane 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, embroidered with gold threads
