Bjarte watches with wide eyes. Kara's face is blushing violently, she is crossing her arms in front of her body with fidgeting fingers. She is barely wearing anything.
"What have you done to her?" He asks Gorm.
"I am proud of my little workers. They did a great job, did they not?" The man answers without looking away from the girl.
The prince stares at him in disbelief for a moment. Then, he looks back at Kara. Her pale skin glows under the lights. He reckons that they put some oil on her too.
He has never seen such an inappropriate outfit before. Her red skirt is long but has two slits in the front that reveal her legs all the way to her upper thighs. The top is almost non-existent. The fabric barely covers her chest, leaving her stomach and back exposed. The girl is ready to cry but that does not stop all the cheers in the room.
'What kind of sick bastards are in here? She is only fifteen.'
