I get up and go over to the clothes laid out on a long, low table. There are fancy dresses, designer jeans, and an assortment of tops, many pairs of heels, and to one side, several lingerie sets.
“Yeah, like I’ll be wearing one of those,” I laugh.
“You will.”
Gunsyn’s voice behind me causes me to jump. I spin around to see him standing at the door, his arms casually crossed behind him, eyeing me like he’s a hungry man and I’m what’s for dinner. Not only is he strong and quick, he’s also apparently silent.
“You think you can buy my affection now?” I ask him. “Like some kind of non-consensual sugar daddy?”
Gunsyn chuckles. “These are not yours to keep, little one. They are for you to wear tomorrow at dinner.”
“You’re taking me to dinner? What happened to—?”
I mime a stabbing motion in
