(BETA: CD) Ashior

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Inside the chest, she pulled out a small, perhaps ceremonial outfit; a metal plated bikini top polished to a shiny black with gold decorative trimming around the edges. From the plates that covered one's chest, small chains lead up to a ring that appeared to fit around one's neck as well as a second chain designed to wrap around the back to secure it in place. The implications there were fairly obvious.

Below that was another article of clothing, it was a long skirt with a split down the side, woven of a material that made it almost see-through; if it was pressed up tighylu against something it would be but as it hung loose it only provided a silhouette of what was under it; the skirt itself seemed designed to hang loosely around one's body. The waist of this was also a polished black metal with gold trimming, the skirt itself being a pale gold in colour.

As she looked about the room, some were watching her once more, including the one she was fairly certain was the girl who had fetched help to deal with Roxy, but the majority continued to pretend she did not exist. Tough crowd.

 

[Tassadar]

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Ashior examined the outfit for several moments while sneaking glances throughout the room. The female werewolves didn't look like they'd be much help, but that was hardly surprising, and the angel didn't abandon hope just yet. She'd spotted the one who had gone for help, but didn't yet go to try and talk to her, instead turning her gaze back down to the garments in her hands. Black and gold were hardly her favored colors, particularly black. She'd always preferred pure white, or red to match her crimson hair. The front of it would cover her breasts well enough, at least, but the collar around her neck was something that she most certainly did not approve of. Nor did she like the chains that adorned the breastplate, as the one around her back would likely be very uncomfortable if she tried to move her wings too much. The skirt didn't look quite as bad. It would be see-through if stretched out too thin, but she figured that it would only be revealing around the widest parts of her hips, and would keep her decency relatively intact. The slit down the side would allow her to move well enough, an important factor particularly given what she planned to do later in the night. It was the same slightly tacky black and gold, but she supposed she'd just have to live with that.

The angel silently donned the garments, starting with the skirt, which she quickly pulled up and fastened around her waist. She paused a moment as she examined the breastplate, briefly considering going topless before she opened the circle and fastened it around her neck. She did have a part to play, after all. She fastened the chains to herself, though she had a slight frown of distaste on her face as she did so. Now fully dressed, Ashior moved about slightly, testing her range of motion, but as she did, she positioned herself to be closer to the werewolf who had gone for help. Or at least, that was whom she thought it was. Few of them seemed interested her at this point, which suited her just fine, and so, as soon as she didn't feel too much tension in the air, Ashior would approach her target and smile her best warm, reassuring smile, the expression one of kindness and confidence and joy that only an angel could ever hope to wear, and said; "Hello. What is your name?"

 

[Incubus]

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Ashior could feel the eyes following her across the room, even many of the ones that were making a point to ignore her were still tracking her movements, even if they didn't seem to harbour any particular hostility or malice towards her. "Myra," the girl answered simply, torn between looking at the angel and looking away, clearly uncomfortable to be singled out despite Ashior's demeanour. She shifted a little, but did not add any other words.

 

[Tassadar]

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Ashior almost started to sweat as she felt all of the werewolves eyes on her, but kept her composure admirably as she replied; "Well, Myra, would you be able to show me around your village? I'd like to see some more of it, if that's alright."

 

[Incubus]

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Myra looked around the room, either looking for help or permission, it was hard to tell which. "If you want to go outside, you'll have to wear the anklets," one of the other girls responded, the same which which told her to go to the chest where the clothing could be found. Looking over, Ashior could see her holding a pair of ankle fastenings, the same design as the other clothing she wore; which had a pair of metal bars running between them, forcing her legs to maintain a certain distance apart; certainly making fast movement on foot both difficult and highly uncomfortable. Obviously, they hadn't accounted for winged captives when this outfit was created.

 

[Tassadar]

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Ashior raised an eyebrow at the crippling ankle bracelets, and turned to the one who had spoken and said; "Is that really necessary? I have no intention of attempting to escape. If I did, I simply would not have been surrendered to begin with." Ashior spoke plainly and earnestly, because she was, in fact, telling the truth. She did not plan to escape, not yet. She merely wanted to get one of the women alone, so she could talk to them, and it seemed likely that Myra would be the most helpful of the bunch. She also pointedly didn't mention her wings, as she'd prefer it if the werewolves thought that they were just for show. The more options she had, the better.

 

[Incubus]

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"There's a difference between surrendering when surrounded by a pack of large male wolves and being allowed to wander around, barely escorted," the female replied in a bored voice. "Look, I don't make the rules, you should be thankful you'd be allowed outside at all."

Myra frowned at the exchange, but remained quiet, avoiding eye contact with the angel.

 

[Tassadar]

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Ashior sighed resignedly and said; "If that's how it has to be. I'd rather know my way around sooner rather than later." She put on the hobbling boots, and practiced moving in them as she carefully walked back toward Myra. "So, might you be willing to give me that tour, now? I'm afraid I'll have to move slowly, so if you're too busy, I'd understand....."