The air in the room grew suffocating.
Sorayah's entire body stiffened, shock crashing into her like a violent wave.
"W-What?!" The word escaped her lips before she could stop it, her grip on the fabric of the gown tightening.
Dimitri remained completely unfazed. "Is there a problem?" he asked, his expression unreadable.
Sorayah's nails dug into her palms, her face burning with a mix of rage and humiliation.
His gaze never wavered, his tone casual, almost bored. "Since you refused to strip back at the camp, I did it for you," he stated flatly. "Isn't that what you wanted? My attention? You got it easily."
Sorayah's breathing grew ragged.
"I'd say you're lucky," Dimitri continued, his voice edged with mild amusement. "But, to be honest, I wasn't impressed."
He exhaled as if disappointed.
"They were so small," he mused. "Almost like pimples."
The words hit her like a slap.
Not only was he admitting to stripping her, but now he was mocking her?!
