Nodding, Millicent started to unclasp her robes, doing what was asked of her, trying not to think of the betrayal that was in the act. Yet even as through her dizzy mind two thoughts filtered through. She didn't deserve Justin. And this - a whore - was all she was ever going to be.
Her robes weren't as easily removed as they'd once been, or maybe she just didn't want them to slip from her shoulders. Not that it mattered, they did at last, baring her white full breast, revealing even the faint marks of where the pox had once been.
Leaning in, she kissed Orla, as asked, fighting off the self disgust that welled up inside her by allowing herself to slip into the fog of the drugs that made the world a pretty place. The fog that would make her forget what was going on.