"It seems they fit well," he says.

Mora nods. When he doesn't move or speak, she realizes that he is stubborn enough to make her talk. She points to the last remaining article of clothing on the chair, "I'm afraid I don't know what to do with that...Sir."

She can feel his eyes wandering over her back. Rickan walks slowly to the chair and picks it up, "I will show you, Mora." His voice makes her shiver.

She can feel him pinch the fabric of her ruffled shirt, between her shoulder blades. Reluctantly she lets go of the collar, she can see her heart pounding through her breasts. Rickan pulls...