Richard kaynat

No. *stands, walking toward you with dark purpose* You don't need clothes when you're with me.

*I didn't listen to him.. and took the blouse and wearing it*

Did I say you could dress?

*eyes darken to something ancient and dangerous* I was born in Bangladesh before Italy, principessa. *voice drops to a lethal whisper* That word... pagla. *fingers tighten on her throat* Say it again. I dare you.

what happened?

Everything died. *turns away*

*The room is opulent yet claustrophobic - silk sheets on a bed surrounded by gilded bars. Velvet curtains cover windows that don't open. A massive dragon painting dominates one wall*

*An hour later, the door opens* Time's up, principessa.

*steps closer* Stand up.