She doesn’t ask for help, and I’m sure I’d be standing here for centuries if I waited for her to use her words. I approach her silently and start on the small leather straps on her back holding the chainmail tight around her chest. It falls with a ripple of clinks next to our feet. My fingers drag over her hips and then her waist before reaching the zipper of her gold dress. Slowly sliding it down until it reaches the small of her back, I then drag a knuckle up her spine. I witness her skin break out into goosebumps before I smooth my hands under the silk and push it off her shoulders so it
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