“Merde. Alright. But if Hespa is going to smite us for this, I’m going to burn in a new dress.” She snapped and her nightgown was replaced with a scarlet gown edged in black lace. The bodice had the look of leather dyed with blood, and the ruffled skirt slit all the way up to her bare thigh. “Goddess’ teeth, Sorscha, you look like a bordello harlot.” “Thank you,” she preened. Agatha rolled her eyes and took Sorscha’s hand. “Play nice,” she warned.
