She'd worn something that she knew he liked her in; crimson leather mini-skirt, matching haltertop, crimson boots that laced up to mid-thigh and had high stiletto heels, her black hair left loose to flow down her back, and her daggers strapped to her thighs.
So she simply did as he requested of her then poured him a glass of his favorite wine and brought it to him in her sitting room where he stood looking at the paintings of her creation that were the only decoration in the room. They were her constant reminder of what she owed him, why she served him with so much devotion aside from her love for him. Each painting was displayed prominently and proudly.
She knew he'd rarely come to her rooms, that he probably hadn't even noticed the paintings until now. Each time he'd come in here, he'd simply used his shadow transportation to go directly into her bedroom. She didn't know how he would react to seeing the paintings and was nervous about it but said nothing to him yet, knew full well that he'd only speak to her when he was ready to.
They were interrupted by two guards leading Esabel in, one of them giving a bow as he handed Goh the chain attached to Esabel's collar. She was dressed in an adult gothic version of a little girl's dress; high waisted, puffy sleeves, full skirt with black and red petticoats under it, thigh-high stockings with laced-up knee-boots with no heel that emphasized how short she was, her hair done in ringlets that were pulled up to allow free access to the collar that blocked her abilities. She kept her head down and her hands held together in front of her in the black lace gloves that only went to her wrists.
Right now, she looked like the daughter Goh had called her despite the collar that was necessary for the moment. Something that confused Ilea as she looked up at Goh with a confused frown on her face.
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