Aureve stood on the edge of the field, the sun catching every sinful inch of the dress she'd dared to wear today, no longer the modest noblewoman draped in elegant silks, but a woman wrapped in temptation. The crimson fabric clung to her like it had been sewn directly onto her skin, molded to trace every curve of her body with worshipful precision. The sides of the dress were scandalously cut open from thigh to waist, revealing the soft, creamy lines of her hips with every subtle sway of her body. Thin golden chains ran across the open sides, glinting faintly, doing nothing to cover her, but everything to draw the eye.