“So from the courtier’s vantage point, he’s seeing a lot more than just her leg.” Leaning even closer, I feel Ozzy’s body wound tight under my touch. I grin with satisfaction. “Don’t you wish that was you?” My whisper is taunting, full of unspoken desires. “Don’t you wish you could see what’s underneath my dress?” I pause, slowly licking my lips, my heart racing with the risk I’m about to take. “You pathetic little slut.”
