Exposed
A servant came by with another dress. Kim doesn't want to know what Asmodean told them, not when she can see the hidden amusement in their expression and the haughty look in their eyes.
She slips back into the bathroom to change and comes out a few moments later. The new dress is simpler and she's relieved that the wound isn't opening up again.
Without much of a choice, she puts back on the slippers, and finger combs her hair away from her face.
She comes back into the main room and sits in a different chair. Asmodean is playing music, barely acknowledging her prescence.
She wishes she had a watch, a way to tell how much longer she would have to be in this room until morning.
A sort of numbness has made her less aware of the room, of Asmodean, of the music that she knows should be heartbreaking.
She hopes he'll ignore her all night.
She slips back into the bathroom to change and comes out a few moments later. The new dress is simpler and she's relieved that the wound isn't opening up again.
Without much of a choice, she puts back on the slippers, and finger combs her hair away from her face.
She comes back into the main room and sits in a different chair. Asmodean is playing music, barely acknowledging her prescence.
She wishes she had a watch, a way to tell how much longer she would have to be in this room until morning.
A sort of numbness has made her less aware of the room, of Asmodean, of the music that she knows should be heartbreaking.
She hopes he'll ignore her all night.