"Tighter!" the maid frowned when Elara could not hold her breath for long. "You are a monique. You must have worn a corset for years now. Why are you behaving like an ameteur." Elara hid the curse in her eyes and held her breath. Finally the maid was able to bind the corset.
The maid had intentionally brought a size smaller for her. Elara could feel the corners of the corset peeling a layer of her skin. Her bones were hurting.Â
The bronze dress had a small embroidery but it was a low cut dress with ample amount of her breasts popping out due to the tight corset.
Her hair was dyed black and tied in a tight but elegant bun with a single pearl pin in the middle.
