«Change this dress, I don't like it. You have to live up to your status as my... lover.»
Aerion raised his empty glass into the air, his body lying on soft pillows and blankets as he basked in the bedroom, feeling comfortable until he saw what he was wearing. His eyes sensitively swept over her body, noting that she was not wearing his gifts – dozens of necklaces, beads, rings, bracelets and many other things that he bought her without sparing his wealth, but the very first thing that caught his eye was the absence of scarlet fabric, a dress that had the same embroidery and patterns. made of thread, like his. He nodded towards the jug of wine, hinting that she should take up her duties like his favorite – she walked around beautiful, caressed him, told him that he was the best of all, and, of course, poured him wine when he demanded it.
«I'm not spending my gold coins on you so that you can walk around in rags like some kind of bordello girl.»
His long fingers grabbed the fabric of her thin dress as she came closer to pour wine, tugging slightly, making it clear that he would tear off this "rag" himself if she did not change into what he wanted her to wear. His lips curved into a grin as he slid higher, running his thumb over her exposed collarbone, and then pressing down, making her let out a sigh of pain until his finger seemed to be able to penetrate her bone.
«You're very pretty when you wear red.»
His voice turned sweet, but his demeanor was clearly not like that. His purple eyes stared into hers as he watched her reaction like a predator and the way she gripped the jug tightly, trying not to spill the scarlet liquid.