Laura bit her lip as Mircalla stalked her after Ell stripped her and left Mircalla unblocked. She could still do a lot more than Mircalla expected. But she let the dress and corset wrap round her, her breathing switching to the top of her chest. She knew from Carmilla's gaze exactly what that did to distract her, and seemingly from her eyes Mircalla reacted the same way.

She relaxed into Mircalla's dancing with a soft smile, having learned from Carmilla. It felt almost effortless, and that wasn't part of the dream so much as a connection and the similarities between the way Mircalla moved and the way Carmilla did.

She looked round, eyes wide at the ballroom. "It's beautiful. You've been here? Or this is your imagination?"