Chapter 106. Check Her Markings

Eir’s POV

I really wished I had a mirror.

Taking deep breaths, I tried to calm myself. I’m not sure why, but for some reason, I thought I had more time before these guests arrived. I loved the braided hair—not going to lie—even the paintings on my face, shoulder, neck, and arms gave me a strange sensation of power and mystique. I felt like a powerful warrior princess from one of those Viking god movies or something. Empowered and mythical. Well, all until I put on this so-called dress.

The leather itself was soft and nice; it was no doubt the result of someone putting a lot of effort into it. Not one stitch was out of place; not a single spot carried any evidence of harm or tear. The edges around my neck, cleavage, and shoulders were adorned with a super-soft, white fur. And I mean, it was really white, like a newborn rabbit. But it also made me feel like a whore.

The dress was skintight around my waist, pressed around my chest, and barely co