A gold chain decorated soft raven-black hair, a single blood-red bead dangling on his pale forehead. The stark contrast made his face look even more delicate—almost ethereal.
Not that he was in the mood to appreciate it.
Xion glared at the length of the red silken rope as if it had personally insulted him.
"This looked easier in the system preview," he muttered, twisting his arms into a second failed knot. Somehow, both his elbows ended up behind his back, his wrists caught in a loop that refused to budge.
[Host, I did say left over right—not around your thigh.]
"Why would I tie my thigh?!" he hissed.
[You tell me. You're the one trying to cosplay as a sacrificial virgin offering to your lord.]
Xion, "..."
Sweat beaded at his temple as he struggled to get rid of the ribbon, but his movements seemed to further tighten it.
Not to mention that he was having trouble with his dress as well. The purple silken robe was full of shiny jewels and gold chains that clung to his frame.
