"It's me, Amber, Victor." Hearing this, Victor's eyes shrank as he remembered what the fate information had stated. He took a deep breath and walked toward the door.
'I must not fall for her trap and become a slave, but instead turn her into my slave,' Victor's eyes narrowed as he held the doorknob and vowed inwardly.
After calming his heart, he approached the door and opened it, where he saw Amber's divine figure in an especially revealing badydoll dress that was built for attracting the opposite sex. Clearly, this was hand-tailored with the purpose of seduction in mind. The gown was baby blue, with white embroidery, and was designed to enhance her natural curves.
His eyes drank in the sight of her, tracing the delicate curves of her body. The dress, strategically designed to highlight her womanly features, her tempting peaks that rose with a certain arrogance, a challenge to any who dared gaze upon them.
