The night gown was so thin it felt transparent. When she moved slightly, every curve and protrusion of her body was accentuated.
Her oiled hair had been let loose in a cascade and her fair skin carried the soft scent of roses.
Knowing she was going to spend the night with the prince looking so promiscuous, Rain stared at the handmaidens in shock. Her cheeks daubed rosy with a deep blush.
"Isn't there something else to wear? This doesn't look decent." Rain pulled on the side of the satin skeptically.
"It is just all right, my lady," Stella assured, beaming with a smile.
Rain had a dissatisfied sulk. She "But what am I to do with His Highness? Dressed like this?"
Stella coughed and exchanged gazes with the older handmaidens. "My lady, you will know when you get there."
Rain felt she'd already displeased the prince so much. If she was to meet him like this, what would he think of her? She would immediately loose all dignity.
