"Wake up, Y/N" said your brother, James.

"(Groan) But I wanna sleep some more" you said. "(Sigh) Guards, get her out of bed" said James as two guards grabbed your arms and dragged you out of bed. Then the maids got you into a dress and an incredibly tight light pink corset. "How does it feel, Y/N?" asked James.

"(Gasps sharply) It's hard to say" you said. "I'm told that all the London girls are wearing them" said James.

"If London girls know a trick to not breathing, I'd love to hear it (heavy breathing)" you said. Since having been raised on corsets, you were basically used to it. But this was the TIGHTEST corset you've ever worn.

"Hey, James. Remember our deal: I'm wearing a tight corset, now time for you to keep up your end of the bargain" you said. "(Groan) Fine, let's go to a bar for breakfast" said James. At the bar, you and James got a table and ordered soon after. You acted like everything was ok, but the corset was suffocating you. And the fact that James was pointing out your every mistake wasn't making anything any easier. You were panting. "Y/N, stop panting" said James. You started sweating. "Y/N, stop sweating" said James. You felt like you were gonna faint. "Y/N, stay awake" said James. You were miserable. "I need to run to the men's room, I'll be right back" said James. You gave a thumbs up and then you decided to walk around to try and somewhat breath. But when you stood up, you felt dizzy, you stumbled around for a bit and finally fell on a table where two drunk men where sitting. "Watch it, chick!" said the first guy. "What should we do with her?" asked the second guy.

"I....can't....breath" you wheezed. Then, James came out of the bathroom and saw you still laying on the table. "What are you doing to my sister?" asked James angrily. Both men ran off in fear.

"I (wheeze) wanna (wheeze) go (wheeze) home" you said. "Ok, let's go home" said James.