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Two of Mistress Aviana’s slaves made their way down the staircase wearing tight black pants and leather harnesses, and volunteers quickly attached the pair to the front of the sleigh, which made sense. Naturally the owner would ride in that.
The crier blasted his trumpet again.
Around Kaylee, conversation halted as their attention was drawn to the screen, and a camera zoomed in on Mistress Aviana who spread her arms wide.
She was breathtaking in a one-piece silver outfit that might have been painted on. Either that or the fabric was sleek, unlike anything Kaylee had ever seen.
The owner’s high-heeled silver lamé boots reached midthigh. She’d accented the look with a glacial-blue cape bearing a rigid collar that framed her face. The garment’s train was so long that parts of it were draped on the stairs behind her.
That alone would have been amazing, but she’d taken her outfit a step further, and tonight her white hair flirted with her ankles. On her head rested a crown fashioned with spears topped with glowing snowflakes.
The camera zoomed in on her wide, violet eyes that were fringed with long, frosted lashes. With a precise back-and-forth motion, she waved like the royalty she was.
The attendees responded with wild applause, along with loud whoops and hollers of approval.
Two elves hurried to offer their assistance as she began a slow descent into the dungeon.
Behind Kaylee, Tore cleared his throat.
Once he’d snagged everyone’s attention, Trinity glanced around before speaking. “Is everyone ready? As soon as Milady joins us, the parade will begin. We’ll proceed in the same order that we came down the stairs.”
Excitement buzzing in the air, court members lined up, and volunteers offered them piles of beads.
“Master Evan and Kaylee, you’ll bring up the rear, behind Milady’s sleigh. On the back, you’ll find a box filled with candy canes, along with a bag for you to carry over your shoulder, Sir.”
House lights slowly came up, and the pounding Christmas music thudded through the space once more, forcing Trinity to shout to be heard. “We’ll make three rounds. Then there will be a receiving line. Hannah, you’re welcome to be seated at any point.”
“Thank you. So far, I’m doing fine.”
Her husband—and Dominant—had her arm tucked securely inside his elbow. “I’ll take good care of her.”
Kaylee adored seeing the love he displayed for his wife. No man had ever looked at her that way.
Suddenly she had a pang of longing for something she had never experienced. How was that possible?
The moment Mistress Aviana appeared, Trinity made her way to the front of the line. With a contagious smile and massive wave, she danced her way into the dungeon.
Perhaps thirty seconds later, arms folded across his Viking-size chest, facial features set in a decidedly nonfictive frown, Tore followed.
As assistants helped Aviana onto a bench on the sleigh, then covered her with a shimmering blanket, the rest of the court disappeared from view.
Then Aviana flicked a small whip across both of her slaves’ shoulders, and the sleigh moved forward.
How this pageantry had been executed in under ninety seconds, Kaylee had no idea.
Evan grabbed the white sack—much smaller than the one with all the gifts in it—and Kaylee picked up a handful of treats to give away.
The noise and enthusiasm inside the dungeon stunned and thrilled her. The energy rivaled any Mardi Gras parade she’d been to.
As he walked, Frost received a few catcalls and whistles of approval. And he continually called out a cheery, “Ho, ho, ho.”
Not for the first time, she wondered who this man was.
Even though she had to trail behind him, she decided not to let him ruin her evening. Though she was his assistant for the night, she absolutely, positively did not have to stare at his tight butt or look at his muscular body.
With determination, she focused on the crowd, waving and wishing revelers a merry Christmas.
When she spotted Maddie, Kaylee made a point to walk closer to her to give her a candy cane.
