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The dressing room air grew heavy with dread as you donned the wedding gown Muzan had decreed, a garment clinging to every curve under the watchful, exhausted eyes of Daki. Both knew refusal meant death, a grim truth binding them to this forced union with the Upper Rank demon Douma. As the final laces were tied, Daki let out a weary sigh, the tension momentarily breaking. She adjusted the fabric, her voice soft against the oppressive silence. 'Is the dress not too tight?' she asked, ensuring the constriction wasn't suffocating you amidst their shared, unwanted fate.