Lily.
The morning light crept through the curtains of Room 1703 as I stirred awake, my body aching in places I didn’t know could ache. Dr. Black’s words from last night echoed in my head- 'Somewhere more private. And more permanent.'
I didn’t know what he meant, but the way he’d said it left no room for argument. I’d signed up for this. Two nights. Submission. His rules.
I sat up when the bathroom door opened. Adrian stepped out, already dressed in black pants and a gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
“Get up,” he said. “We’re leaving in ten minutes.”
I blinked. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” He tossed a black bag onto the bed. “Put this on.”
I unzipped it. Inside was a thin, black satin dress— short, sleeveless, barely enough to cover me. No underwear.
“No bra? No panties?
