Regina ran up the stairs. Safe in the cell of a room, she opened the wardrobe and gasped. The one and only garment inside was nothing but gold lace. Long, clinging filigree, offering no coverage apart from a thicker weave around the groin and chest. The fabric train whispered against the floor as she plucked it from the wardrobe.
'Oh, my God, he expected her to wear this? To dinner? I could not. I will not.'
While she was thinking that the door burst open and a bulky looking entered. "Master has sent me to make sure you dressed correctly."
His gaze slithered over her dress, and he puffed his chest. "Strip. I will help."
Regina shook in horror, first his partners now his guards. The atmosphere in the room grimed, she looked at the man with terror.
"If you need." The man uttered few words after a few seconds.
