Lily pulls at her dress, fearing the call to Caesar's great hall. It seemed almost like a Master's chamber in the worst sense. A great hall littered with whips, rods, and chains lined against the walls.
No matter how hard she pulls at her dress, it won't pull beneath her mid-thigh. Unlike any other time he had called her, it was midnight, and she was wearing only her nightgown.
She had told Gabriella she would willingly change but was advised against it. At this hour, it was her option to wear a nightgown or nothing. It was her honor to see him as he was; he would see the same of her.
She knew that both Gabriella and Nica would soon be held accountable for their actions. Most likely, he had wanted to know her feelings before their correction.
