Punishment Unveiled

Naomi's body refused to move, frozen in shock. Her breath caught in her throat as heat rushed to her cheeks, the sheer nightwear clinging to her like a second skin. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly unprepared for this moment. For a fleeting second, she thought she was dreaming—this couldn't be real.

But it was.

After a few moments, she snapped out of her stupor, her body jolting into action. Turning sharply, she made a beeline for the bathroom, desperate to grab something to cover herself. Anything.

However, her steps faltered as her gaze landed on Zylan, leaning casually against the bathroom doorframe. His tall, imposing frame seemed to fill the space entirely, his presence overpowering. The faint smirk on his lips made her heart skip.

"No, Eaglet," he said smoothly, his voice calm but firm. "This is the perfect dress for your punishment."