They reached the bed and dropped the table they'd been carrying. With their heads bowed and their backs facing the door, they walked backward.
The tiger king then finally took his eyes off the servants and placed them on Aries. He smiled, and suddenly, he dragged him by the leg.
Aries was instantly shocked as his body was pulled out of his little hideout. He suddenly felt openly seen and scrambled to cover his exposed area with his hand.
He squirmed in embarrassment, his cheeks red and his lips pressed together as the tiger king raked his eyes over his body, his gaze hot on his skin.
The tiger king said, "Did you dress yourself up nicely for me?"
'Is he stupid? Wasn't he the one who asked it be made?' The words vibrated over Aries' skin. They gave him goosebumps; his eyes squeezed shut as his hands folded into fists beside him. Shame crawled all over him. Him? Dress for him, a beastlord? For what exactly?
