Wrath was crouching beside her bed as the reoccurring pain had struck again. She dug her fingers into her blanket and dove her face on the closest pillow to muffle her whimpers. The breathing technique didn't help much with the aching. After about a minute of rolling on the floor to dissipate the excruciating sensation, it finally subsided. Greed knocked gently on her door.
"You alright in there? Need any help?" she tried to turn the knob.
"Wait a second!" Wrath reached for a painkiller tablet and swallowed.
"Don't be shy! I swear I won't judge."
It was the witch's first-time to actually take a glance at her mandatory outfit.
"What the f*ck?" she picked out the racy item of clothing.
The bedroom door unlocked and swung open, Oh, you're still not dressed."
"Is this a joke? How the fuck am I supposed to fit into this?" she pointed at the black lacy corset.
