Before leaving the city of Lycan, Aurelia Delensar made a stop at the finest dressmaker in town. It had been ages since she last indulged in new attire, and she couldn’t resist selecting ten voluminous gowns, each more exquisite than the last. Every dress was adorned with intricate whalebone farthingales and corsets, designed to accentuate her already slender waist. The tightness of the corset made her feel as though a single breath might snap her in two, but Aurelia was accustomed to such discomfort. The corset and farthingale were almost extensions of her body, and their absence during her recent travels had left her feeling incomplete.
“...Tighter, please. I can handle this size without issue,” Aurelia insisted, bracing herself against the dressing room bench as the seamstress adjusted
