Proserpina

The woman had made me dress..

The red-haired one was called Xenia, I had gathered from the conversation the two women who had been assigned to prepare me, were having between themselves.

She was a Madam and a very important person in the chain as I would come to know. I wore the dress and allowed them to zip me up. I felt almost naked since I had no undergarments. The dress strained across my breasts and my nipples stood out with the abrasive touch of the garment.

The old woman applied make-up on my face and had darkened my eyes, reddened my mouth.

I allowed her to do...