Then his eyes catch on my bare chest, and his cheeks go pink as he looks away. You unbelievable dickhead! Oh, sure, he can order me imprisoned and tortured, but the sight of my breasts is just too much for his pure soul. And somehow the sheer hypocritical bullshit of it all cracks through the fear and gives me enough courage to sneer at him. “Your concern for my modesty is touching.” I say.
