... and they would keep wearing corset for another two hundred years. You only just escaped Raven. At least her time wasn't at the rib breaking stage.

"Hardly. I've been wearing them since I was thirteen. If a drunk man can undo them while intemperate with lust, I've no doubt you can presently."

For her part though, it was nostalgic, and she just stood there placidly as it all came up undone, humming quietly. Meanwhile pulling her hair over her shoulder to plait it. That was an achievement in and of itself.