Lilith III
I whispered as she whined, complaining and studying her appearance, while the maid behind her ties the crisscrossed strings into tiny knots,
“You're training me to fight in this hideous dress? The built-in corset is squishing my organs together, What chance does Eve have of killing me herself if I suffocate,”
Eyeing Lilith, she was outfitted with a red dress, puffy at the hips, with high perky breasts at the top,
“Thank you for your service," I nodded to the human maid who wore a knee-length black dress, and a mesh veil over her head, covering her face. She must be mourning the loss of someone, a relative— or maybe she's a widow,
Bowing before Lilith, she hangs her head low, brushing past my
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