Ophelia startled. She had not barely closed the gilded doors when Nina jumped out at her. Ophelia was wearing a tapering silk gown. It hugged her in just the right places. A dark emerald color, it brought out the deep blue in her eyes. It was cut in a deep sweetheart so that her petite cleavage was almost entirely shown. Like the moon almost risen, the tops of her peachy nipples teased. She looked naked in green; the silk clung to her hips and thighs. One could see everything. When Ophelia waked the room was empty. Night was near and the room was sheathed in a nebulous, purple glow. On the edge of the bed something shimmered in the twilight. Casmir was gone and the emerald silk was draped over the edge of the soft cushion. Ophelia shrugged coyly, hiding her chin behind her shoulder. “Oh, it’s not important,” Nina sighed. “There is something you must see.” They walked along the corridor in silence. Ophelia followed Nina closely, but far enough away to survey her surroundings.
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