The fabric clung to my frame like a second skin, shimmering when it caught the light as if tailored from the night sky itself. Long gloves of the same material covered my arms as if I’d dipped them past the elbows into shimmering ink. This was nothing like any of the ensembles Everlayne had dressed me in when I’d first arrived at the Winter Palace. This was elegant. Stunning. Painfully sexy.
