The dress was lighter than her armor, but it felt just as restrictive.
Ravenna studied herself in the mirror, trying to recognize the woman staring back at her. The gown was a deep crimson that matched the Hellfire she commanded, cut in ways that emphasized curves she usually hid beneath practical clothing. Her hair was braided with threads of bioluminescent fiber that caught the light like captured starfire.
She looked beautiful, but she felt like a fraud.
"Stop fidgeting." Astrid's voice came from somewhere behind her, thick with the particular irritation of someone who hated every second of their current situation. "If I have to wear this ridiculous thing, you have to at least pretend you're enjoying yours."
Ravenna turned to find the berserker engaged in mortal combat with a dress that seemed designed specifically to torture her. The fabric was midnight blue, elegantly draped in ways that required staying still, and Astrid had approximately zero experience with staying still.
