Shaking off that thought, she nimbly laced up the corset of her black velvet dress, pulling the strings as hard as she could until she was barely able to breathe. Something she would regret later when she’d have to wrestle with the stays to get them off. Sometimes, it took both her mother and Genevieve to undo her corsets with how tight she made them, but she didn’t know what to expect out of Phantasma’s trials, and the last thing she wanted was faulty knots being a hindrance.
That's ridiculous. I need people to watch a Bernadette Banner video before writing about corsets.
