If she kept showering, she would eventually wash off her skin.

"Annis," Alick called softly, "although tonight is our wedding night, I won't push you into anything you're not ready for."

His words hung in the air, a delicate promise wrapped in the warmth of his affection. He knew how much pain she had endured. He wanted nothing more than to heal her wounds, to show her that love could be tender and kind. He would never force her into sex.

“I... I know," Annis finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Go to your room now." Embarrassment flushed her cheeks as she stared at her own reflection in the mirror.

The black dress clung to her like a second skin. It only covered her chest, and her skin was almost all exposed.

The hemline of the dress barely covered her buttocks, leaving her legs bare and vulnerable to the cool air.

Annis' gaze fell upon the wash basin, where the headwear and black silk stockings lay in silent accusation.

She really didn't have the courage to wear them.

She didn't know if she could tempt Alick or not. What if he laughed at her instead? She hesitated as she wrestled with her insecurities.

Thump! A loud knock pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Open the door. Let me have a look at you," Alick called out.

“I haven't finished yet," Annis stammered.

“There is no sound of water," Alick countered. "You have finished already. Come out quickly!"

Annis was speechless as she felt a surge of panic.

It was true that she had already finished.

Knowing that she couldn't waste time anymore, she made up her mind and said, "Wait a minute."

She then finally picked up the stockings and put them on.

Next came the headwear.

With one final glance in the mirror, Annis took a deep breath and opened the door.

Everything went in slow motion as the door opened, revealing Annis in a sultry night dress.