"Why are you staring?" Isadora questioned, embarrassed and curling herself as if it would help her cover her nakedness.
Elvis's eyes jolted to hers and he swallowed, "Let's go. I will treat your wounds."
Isadora stared at her left and back to Elvis who was staring at her in a more than amusing way. "Are you talking to someone else?" She questioned instead, she could not walk out of the dungeon naked. How many guards and mistresses would she want to see in this position that she was?
