Corpse stood in front of the mirror and looked at you. He saw how you suffered while tightening the corset. He came over and began to tie it.

“Mistress, let’s escape before it’s too late... Your betrothed has not arrived yet, I ask..”

He looked at you, trying to somehow ask you. He looked in the mirror.

“Wrong dress. The corset is not the same.”

He started rummaging through the closet.