Yokai
dream eater
》Pick what to wear: explore the room.
A low whistle sounded as Arden stepped into the only unscathed bedroom, her gaze trailed over the furnishings and the sheer size of the room. It was impressive and she definitely wanted to spend some time exploring but first; clothing. No longer would she tolerate this nakedness!
As she crossed over to the dresser Arden was struck with the horrible suspicion that medieval people didn't wear underwear. And then, when she couldn't find a normal looking pair... well, it wouldn't be the first time she'd gone commando. The young woman snickered at the thought of Mel's horror and changed into a light brown pair of lace-up breaches, ones that sat comfortably around her waist and that she rolled up to her knees. A loose fitting white shirt, one that reminded her of pirates, was messily tucked into the trousers. Now, Arden wasn't masculine in any sense of the word but her outfit definitely gave her an androgynous appearance.
Once dressed she re-adorned the red cloak, picked up her stick -- now fondly named Watson -- and swept around the room curiously.
A low whistle sounded as Arden stepped into the only unscathed bedroom, her gaze trailed over the furnishings and the sheer size of the room. It was impressive and she definitely wanted to spend some time exploring but first; clothing. No longer would she tolerate this nakedness!
As she crossed over to the dresser Arden was struck with the horrible suspicion that medieval people didn't wear underwear. And then, when she couldn't find a normal looking pair... well, it wouldn't be the first time she'd gone commando. The young woman snickered at the thought of Mel's horror and changed into a light brown pair of lace-up breaches, ones that sat comfortably around her waist and that she rolled up to her knees. A loose fitting white shirt, one that reminded her of pirates, was messily tucked into the trousers. Now, Arden wasn't masculine in any sense of the word but her outfit definitely gave her an androgynous appearance.
Once dressed she re-adorned the red cloak, picked up her stick -- now fondly named Watson -- and swept around the room curiously.