>>5465785“It could be the clothes,” the Lancer suggests. “You’re both tripping on her robe.”
The Novice was also complaining about being ‘stabbed and jabbed by that accursed armour’. Perhaps it is time for the second step of your clever plan to make a great impression upon the attendees of the ball…
“You want me to let these elves… FONDLE me?” the Novice cringes.
“I did not say ‘fondle’,” you correct. “Simply… Measure you for your clothing.”
“I am wearing the robes of the Order of Fleshweavers, a prestigious and auspicious attire!” the young Serpent Priestess boasts.
“Well, of a Novice Fleshweaver,” you note. “You know, you could stand to have a change of clothing every now and then, to wash and mend your old robes.”
“I have spares,” she hisses, “and I’ll not take fashion advice from a meathead who sleeps in his armour.”
However, at your continued needling insistence, she does allow the elves to size her up, just as you do. You cede to the judgement of Jazkarmel and the royal tailors as to what the garb should look like, providing only a key design philosophy…
>It should be comfortable and flowy>It should be striking and bold>It should be fearsome and imposing>It should be sensual (especially the Novice’s)>Write-in[Continuing post, don't vote yet.]
