Free Alien's Bride Book Two by Yamila Abraham

“I suppose since we are no longer bound by Shindray’s rules you could wear your normal dress, adorned with jewels.”
    “Can…can I at least try on the other dress?   If you think I look too slutty I’ll change for you.”
    Elentinus smiled.   “You may wear whichever dress you prefer, my dear.”
    We went to our respective bathrooms to shower and so forth.   Kang brought me the red dress just as I’d stepped out of the shower.   I’d stopped covering up around him, but then I remembered what Elentinus said about having sex with robots.   I looked at his cylinder head, trying to see if there was any lust in his glowing eye-band thing.   (Keep in mind, I hadn’t had my coffee substitute yet).  
    Yes, the dress was revealing, but it was too elegant to be slutty.   The sleeves were open on the shoulders and the bodice that molded to me was open almost to my navel.   It magically lifted my bosom without the need of a bra, though.   The skirt was long, but open on one side to show my leg all the way up to my hip.   There was a couple of pink jewels and silver piping with a metal belt thing built in.   I spun around in front of my mirror to make the skirt flounce out.
    When I emerged before Elentinus his mouth opened wide with a gasp.   He walked over to me and took my hands.
    “You’re stunning, my darling.   You’ve never looked more lovely.”
    I made a demure smile and fluttered my eyelashes.   “You look amazing, too.”
    Elentinus had on a fancy cape similar to Whore’s except it was black with purple edging.   He had white and violet jewels covering his breast.   The thing that took my breath away though, was his delicate crown made from silver filigree and covered in small pale blue gems.   He really looked the part of an alien king.   His eyes glittered among all the sparkly jewels.
    I made him stand beside me in front of one of the big wall mirrors he had scattered about.   Separately we were beautiful, but together…my God…
    “We’re the king and queen of the universe,” I said.
    “All shall bow before us in reverent subjugation.”
    “Um…”
    We headed up the stairs out of our room and down the elevator to greet our guests in the lobby.   They emerged from my favorite sitting area with an especially harried-looking Whore.
    I was surprised (but shouldn’t have been) we had three guests instead.   There were two male Dak-Hiliahs with the human woman.
    “Master, I present Lord Nayjoor, his servant Rolf-Tem, and his wife Inga.”   He turned to our guests.   “I present my master, Lord Elentinus and his wife Maritza.”
    I made a half-hearted curtsy since I didn’t know what was expected.   Nayjoor looked about twenty years older than Elentinus.   His white hair had straw-like gray strands in it and was plaited into a long braid that went down to his butt.   He had a massive round belly that spread out his armor adornments and obscured the one on his groin.   Rolf-Tem looked like he was my age.   He had a burnished tint to his silvery hair.   A long face with a severe pointed nose made him as homely as Whore.   I locked eyes with Inga.
    She was staring at me with this sad face that cried out, ‘Help me.’   My lips parted.   She was probably my age also.   Thin, pale, with a round face and wispy auburn hair that went to her shoulders.   Brown freckles were scattered across her nose and cheeks.
    Nayjoor let out a deep sigh, “I didn’t know you were going to do a ceremonial greeting, Elen.   I would have dressed for it.”
    I realized they were in their everyday clothes.   Inga wore the same black dress I usually wore.
    Elentinus lowered his head.   “You must excuse us.   My servant insisted.   Please don’t feel embarrassed.   I would have preferred to keep the visit casual.”
    “I will never wear such a horrible dress,” Inga said in Russian.
    First I thought, ‘Wow!   I speak Russian.’   Then I looked down at myself as my face got hot.