His eyes had drifted to the two bare mounds of flesh on her chest held in by her bustier. As she breathed in and out, he noted the buttons were facing him.
Royalty never dressed themselves, they had staff to assist them. This gown was designed to be put on and removed by the wearer… or by the nervous hand of a suitor.
This the dress of a courtesan? Just how exclusive is she to afford such a dress?
“Oh, I’m sure we can find ways to stimulate your mind and body,” Susanna said.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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