“You look exhausted,” Anise said as we once again stood in my tiny room with her behind me. Though this time she was releasing the tension in the laces of my corset instead of tightening.
“It’s probably through lack of oxygen. You ever worn one of these things, Anise?”
“No, can’t say I have.” Anise continued unlacing.
“I think all that shallow breathing did something to my head. I kept having these weird thoughts about Miss Baxter being able to project her thoughts onto me.”
“Hmm,” was Anise’s only reply.
“Anise,” I said, “can you tell me about your reward?”
“Miss Baxter said you were a quick study.” Anise finished up the last of the laces and tugged at the corset. “Take this off or leave it loose?”
“Off please.” I turned to face Anise so that she could unfasten the hooks in the fro
