Kress Prihoka
HP: 52/55
Armor Class: 20 (Touch: 14, FF: 17, -2 vs Improvised Weapons.)
CMD: 23 (FCMD: 20)
Dirty Trick CMD: 21 (FCMD 18)
Fort: 7
Ref: 5
Will: 1 (+2 vs Enchantment)
Initative: OoC (+3)
AoO: 4
Active Effects: Bikini Armor Curse
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Kress bites her lower lip as she feels a strange sense of satisfaction wash through her and making her eyes roll up into her head. It starts from her neck and radiates out even to the tips of fingers and toes. Lost in the sensation, she's barely aware as the necklace glows bright pink before melding into a tight choker with a stunning emerald accent. She barely feels the tendrils snake out and attach themselves to her armor. By the time her armor is glowing, the half-elf has already sunk to her knees as her armor transmutes into what appears to be a thin, white bikini with gold accents. By the time she regains her senses and looks down, she gasps in shock as she looks down as her now drafty body. Oh gods... She looked like one of those bikini "warrior" sluts on the recruiting posters used to entice men into joining up with the armed forces, adventuring guilds, or other military outfits. Sure, she still had her armored boots and bracers with gauntlets, but now the vast majority of her torso and pelvis were exposed!
Slowly standing on wobbly legs, the furiously blushing half-elf covers herself with her shield. It felt like this outfit was tight enough to show off her nipples and mons, giving her a... What was that called? A cameltoe? Gross... She looked over her exposed, flared hips and used her mirror to look at her plush, heart-shaped butt. The damn back of the bottom dipped down low enough to show off the top of her crack. If she didn't know better, she'd swear that this bikini was made for somebody with a tail or something... Her chest didn't fare much better, every slight movement made her large breasts wiggle and just walking in her heeled boots was enough to make them shake while her hips wiggled. And what little it covered! On anybody else, this would be fairly modest for a bikini. But, with her large breasts, it showed off not only the sides, but the underside and still managed to show off her cleavage. About the only thing it managed to cover well was her nipples, which tented the material. (Much to her dismay.)
Taking the desperate course of action, Kress pulled out a dagger and slipped it between her neck and the choker, VERY CAREFULLY trying to cut the cursed item off, but only succeeded in dulling the blade a bit. Who MADE this thing, anyway?! What perverted IDIOT came up with the idea of a necklace that changed armor into a useless bikini?! Sighing and giving up, she manages to shoot Arva a "No fucking shit, Sherlock." look at her blatantly obvious statement that the necklace, choker, whatever, was cursed.
Sighing and putting the blade away, Kress's attention is drawn to a new problem, a rather voluptuous fox-girl in tattered clothes with a frantic look on her face. Well, it was obvious that the girl wasn't a feral, she was still capable of intelligent speech... And she looked injured and rather desperate... And she lost her little sister?! Fear stabbed into Kress's heart at the thought.
"Okay, calm down. Where were these trappers and could you lead us to them? We can get your sister back after we deal with the ones pursuing you." She vows. Bikini armor curse or not, she wouldn't sit idly by while a family was broken up and enslaved!