Even a slave serving a queen in her bedchambers couldn’t be this loyal. The way On Suhyeon held me, the look in her eyes, her face, everything she showed me made my heart flutter, making me feel as though I were a queen receiving her devotion. It started with her carefully unzipping my dress. On drew the zipper all the way down, her lips lingering against my neck the whole time. She slowly peeled the form-fitting dress off my body, inch by inch, at a pace so slow I couldn’t tell whether she was taking her time or hesitating.