Couldn’t seem to stop myself from treading farther and farther into this depravity. Her hair was piled on her head, twisted up in some kind of braid with a bunch of tiny white flowers poking out of it. Her delicate neck exposed. A magical sprite who’d taken possession of my mind. I eased up until there was only an inch of space separating us, and I leaned in so my mouth was close to her ear. “You wear this dress on purpose, Little Moonflower?”
