You presumed he was in dire straits, noticing a slight wardrobe mishap that could halt the ball's commencement.

"Ah, there you are, darling," his honeyed voice reached your ears as you entered his chamber, a mischievous glint shining in his blood-red eyes.

Not a single scratch or imperfection to be found, you had once again fallen into his trap.

He handed you the waistband strings of the corset. "Cinch it up, love," he murmured, his lips curling into a sensual smile.