Her corset was at least secure enough that she could get home without flashing anyone else. She was going to have to redo her dress, and - well, the hood should cover her hair, which had been in disarray even before they had gotten to the bed.

She turned to look over her shoulder. The corners of Zelda's mouth twitched up in a sort of smile. "I wish I could stay," she admitted.

When she left this bubble, it was all going to be so much more real.

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