Adaline loosened the ribbons of your corset behind you as you stood in the mirror.

You were a vision, no wonder Count Draven Cel Tradat wanted you all for himself all those years ago, turning you into the vampire you were today and, in turn, his wife. He got you Adaline as a wedding present, vampires are weird like that, but every day she was thankful to be your lady in waiting instead of drained and incineratorated. Extremely thankful...

Everyday she felt lucky to be in the same room as you, nevermind the fact that you talked to her like she wasn't just food like your husband, not to mention how sometimes you'd let her hands wander a bit and do nothing but lean back and enjoy it. Plus, she could always get behind bad mouthing the Count. The more you talked she realized you were just as trapped as she was, maybe more.

Three years of being your favorite servant, of being beside you and getting the absolute honor to undress you, both dutifully and pleasurably, you were still as beautiful as the day she first saw you- of course you were, you were stuck that way. She enjoyed it nonetheless as she took off your corset, leaving you in your chemise and stockings.

"You look tired." She commented as she put the corset to the side, going to help take off your remaining jewelry- strange order to do things but you liked it. "Would you like a bath before you go to bed for the day?"