Thread: The Virgin Prize [Prince & LingeringDesire]

After overcoming her moment of weakness she began pondering other things. HIM, for one and it scared her. She found herself attracted to the captain in a way she couldn't even fathom. Perhaps it was a passing moment of weakness or something about being tied to the chair and left alone with only her predicament and him to contemplate. Charles would probably be relieved that he didn't have to marry her, the swine bride as some called her because her father was so willing to part with her on price... like a good swine. It was revolting, though her bloodline was good and so was his so their children would be blessed with beauty and brains... she sighed. Her mind could only dwell on the nude captain dancing about in her head, her thoughts returning to that and irritating her further. She attempted sleep but it didn't come, always going to some disturbing image of HIM. She felt sick to her stomach and realized it was probably because she was hungry. Having been woken from her slumber by the invasion and NOW, being isolated to the single room, bound to a chair by the hands of the captain. She wanted to scream, so she did. No one cared and no one came to her rescue. she settled into her seat, anger brewing and calming then rebuilding. Her blue eyes turned to focus on the door as it swung open. Jaw set and temper ready to flare. Oh joy! She exclaimed sarcastically when he announced his return. She made no notice of his towel being dropped, though inside it caused her to seethe with rage. How could he flaunt himself like this, before a female that was engaged to another! It was revolting. He continued to talk, even as her eyes traveled over his bare form, straying from her original stubbornness. Even feeling a bit of pity for him. His words were lost on her as she refused to give him the satisfaction of an answer, though he didn't seem to perturbed by it and didn't demand a response at all. Instead he dressed, much to her chagrin and relief. He spoke of showing her again later, something she wasn't exactly looking forward to, though she was a bit happy as she felt everything loosen as he released her to let her dress. She looked from him to the chest, an incredulous look on her face. She wanted to slap him, she wasn't about to model anything for him. Emme scowled. No, I will pick one and wear it. I shall not flaunt about and show off for the likes of you like a frivolous wench in need of YOUR approval. she stomped her foot and bent to retrieve a dress from the chest. She grasped a ugly brown colored dress and held it up for a look. It was ugly but was cut a inch or two longer than the one she wore. Picking through what was left she found a cream colored dress and a intricate waist cincher. Putting the three things together, she would be pleased with it. Looking him in the eyes she proceeded to give him a show. Pulling the layers off her body slowly she flung them to the floor and when only in her bloomers pulled on the brown dress. Her pale breasts swaying and showing off for him as though she didn't care, but she did. She wanted nothing more than to see approval in his eyes. Though she refrained from seeking it out as she ripped at the fabric, it was flimsy and gave way to showing off her trim legs. Letting it drop to the ground, she pulled on the cream dress and ripped the sleeves away to make a underskirt and top. Then, pilled the brown skirts back on she tied them around her waist before pulling the corset in tight, the fabric bunching and pulling low across her breasts and letting them spill a bit. Soft leather boots and lacy hosiery completed the look as she stood before him waiting approval. She had kept within the guidelines he'd given her before, only this time she had finished details and the outfit was feminine without her being naked. She met his eyes as she stood there, though she couldn't help but feel naked. Reference Picture for Outfit