For once, Alexis didn’t groan when her corset was being tightened, she didn’t complain about the time it took to wear so much unnecessary pieces of clothing. She patiently sat down when Emilia arrived with her box of make up, ready to slaver and pound the powders and creams on her face. Her stomach would growl occasionally, and was ignored for the past three hours she spent getting pampered. The growling was a nice break from insistent squirming, the jitters of nerves that travelled all the way down her body would stop, for a mere moment before continuing.
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