NIKOLAI

“Is that you Raya?” I rasped breathlessly, moving a hand from where I had jammed it in my suit pants to run it through my ruffled jet-black hair.

I couldn't put my finger on it, but the maiden looked different, besides the layer of exquisite makeup and shiny glamour on her face, and the dress that I had to stop myself from ripping off.

How could she have worn such tight clothes? She was giving everyone in the hall a bloody hard-on! The Raya I knew would have never dressed like this, and yet, I couldn't help being drawn to her like a moth to a fucking flame.

“Your...