"This is actually quite stifling," Azula complained as she was forced into a beautiful dress, the corset squeezing the life out of her lungs.
"You have to keep still, my lady, we are yet to buckle up the rest," said the maidservant serving her.
"What?" Azula was one breath away from ripping the whole thing to pieces. When they asked her to pretend to be like Islinda since she wouldn't let her out, she had thought it would be a walk through the woods, but now it wasn't posing to be easy.
Why would anyone want to torture themselves like this? The Fae and their love for torturing themselves in the name of fashion! Left to Azula, she would have put on a flirty outfit with enough freedom to flaunt her body.
Thankfully, Islinda's body wasn't so bad. Put on the right outfit and she'd be banging hot. And then, a bit of allure power in the air and no male would be able to take his eyes off her. Quite unfortunate, she wasn't supposed to draw attention.
