They dressed me like a doll. I didn't care.
The outfit was made of mostly sheer, gossamer purple silk, held to me by cold, gold cuffs. Only small panties and a simple bra of darker purple stopped the silk from giving off more. My auburn hair was tied up to bare my neck, twisted up by elaborate hair sticks of gold and jewels.
I didn't care.
Only then did they, the faceless they, escort me out of the bedroom I'd been in for days, maybe even weeks, I didn't care. My hand was given away to the rough calluses of the Milan prince, whose red eyes ate my image hungrily.
I didn't care.