"Well--" he shook it out, a little doubtfully. This lady was a bit--more--than Sharra, around the upper chest. And it would be very short. "Thank you."
It seemed to be all of a piece--none of the trick seams that would have gone with the kilt of a Rihan uniform of the same era--so Ayel pulled it on over his head.
And stopped when he heard fabric tearing.
Sharra was a bit modestly figured, but her shoulders were also broader than this garment allowed for, and that left him--her?--sort of spilling out the new neck he'd torn in it.
"I--" Ayel sat, legs just giving way, on the edge of the chair nearest him. "I ruined your dress," he said, now positive that he would never stop blushing. "Sorry."
Re: Oh Hell No.
It seemed to be all of a piece--none of the trick seams that would have gone with the kilt of a Rihan uniform of the same era--so Ayel pulled it on over his head.
And stopped when he heard fabric tearing.
Sharra was a bit modestly figured, but her shoulders were also broader than this garment allowed for, and that left him--her?--sort of spilling out the new neck he'd torn in it.
"I--" Ayel sat, legs just giving way, on the edge of the chair nearest him. "I ruined your dress," he said, now positive that he would never stop blushing. "Sorry."