Aren's Harem

Amanda

Mitsi had gotten me dressed in record time. I had no idea how she managed to put so many pieces of clothes on me, that barely covered anything really, in such a short amount of time. What was the point of all of this if the vast majority of it was see-through?

"This way," Mitsi informed me with a bob of her head and she darted down the opposite end of the hall. I had to jog to catch up to her.

I glanced back at the way we were running from. I didn't see anything, so why did she look so worried? Was she expecting us to be chased or something?

"Here," she tugged me into yet another room and pulled me to a stool. "I'll be quick. He doesn't like a lot of makeup, but your eyes are puffy. We have to fix them."

We seemed to be alone. I leaned a little closer as she sorted through an assortment of makeup on her table. "Who is this guy anyway? What does he want?"

Her eyes darted to the door then back to me. She held a finger to her lips and then rushed over to the door, closing it secu