Riding Horse

Oriana slipped into the chamber, her mood soured by the shameless antics of the man who relished teasing her at every turn. She went to the bed and sat at the headboard, her face red with anger. 

As she glanced down at herself, her eyes scanning her chest. Memories of their first encounter in the forest flooded back. 'I took such care to bind my chest tightly, layer upon layer, to mimic the firmness of a man's physique. How could he still feel.....?' Her expressions turned sour, 'He seems so experienced with women that nothing can miss him. That pervert, he really played me for a fool for months.'

The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted her thoughts, signaling Arlan's return. Oriana swiftly reclined on the bed, turning her back to the door and shutting her eyes tight.