Adriana's lips curled down at the dress that was handed over to her.

 It was a chest binding and a short skirt, just like what the two women with Miranda were wearing.

 She wasn't the only one given that dress, all the other slaves were handed the same thing and they were told to wear it for the festival tonight.

 Her fingers gripped the cotton material and she wished she could shred it into pieces.

 “What are you waiting for? Go on and get dressed. The duel will soon begin and our presence will be required soon.” Miranda had snapped at her and Adriana glanced around and saw that the...