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[h2][color=plum][i]“...explain why you are strutting around like an exotic sex slave that's open for business...”[/i][/color][/h2]
Time: Evening
Location: Yenworth
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Upon entering the rented room, Astra turned on the lighting and set the bag of newly purchased clothes onto the large bed. She gave the room a quick look, noticing how plain it appeared. It was what 20 amas got you here in boring ol’ Yenworth. [color=plum]“Could be worse I suppose… Anyway, Myra, no more hiding. Come on out so you can put your cute outfit on!”[/color] Astra honestly didn’t think the dress was all that impressive, but she needed Myra to not be in the nude while they were within an eastern settlement.

Slowly appearing again, Myra after entering, Myra made sure to investigate the room to be certain that it was safe and nobody would be able to see her. Only after completely checking everything, she fully uncloaked herself, walking to where Astra was, curiously looking at the pretty, colored pieces of fabric she had bought before.

Confused, Myra tilted her head as she looked at the clothes and Astra, unsure of what she wanted to do with the colored fabric. The moment she approached to try and touch them though, she noticed how soft the thing the clothes were on was. Surprised at first, she curiously touched the bed, putting weight on her hand, testing its softness and if it was safe to climb.

Immediately distracted from the clothes, Myra suddenly climbed the bed, circling a few times and laying down after finding a good spot. Surprised at how comfortable it was, Myra looked at Astra, almost as if trying to show her how soft it was. The dark elven woman raised a brow at Myra’s peculiar behavior. It was fitting, but Myra’s behavior still confused Astra. [color=plum][i]She’s like those Beastmen on Oak Island. Feral… but it’s not that her mind is simply gone. She understands, so perhaps she just needs some guidance.[/i][/color] The thought made Astra unconsciously smile. She sat at the foot of the bed and let her hand run across the fabric.

[color=plum]“It’s nice, right?”[/color] Myra nodded, smiling as Astra sat down on the bed. Laying down with her tail around her, Myra snuggled almost as if ready to rest, happy with the discovery she had just made. [Color=plum]“Nothing like it in the cold wilderness of Daka. It’s a bed. You’re meant to rest on it and… do other things, but we’ll talk about that once you get yourself some suitors.”[/color] Astra turned herself to grab the dress she had purchased for Myra, holding it up. [color=plum]“And [i]this[/i] is what you put on your body. You probably prefer being naked, but if you want to keep eyes off you while being able to interact with others… and I know you do, Lady Curious, you have to at least cover up some.”[/color] The mention of the colorful fabric once again caused Myra to raise her head curiously as Astra held it up, showing it to Myra. 

Confused as to what she was supposed to do with the fabric, Myra got up, slowly approaching the fabric as she sniffed the air a few times before taking it into her hands, appreciating the vibrant color and feeling its texture. It was only when Astra waved her hand over the front of her own clothing that Myra understood what that fabric was and what Astra wanted her to do with it. It was one of those strange second skins most dark-skins and apparently everyone in the cities wore. While the color was indeed pretty, Myra was still confused why they wore a second skin. Myra saw no reason to use such a strange thing over her skin. Not only would it probably make it harder for her to move, but the feeling of it constantly touching and rubbing against her skin as she moved didn't seem nice at all. That said, since Astra asked, she thought she could at least try it once, even though she could already imagine how much she would hate it.

It quickly became clear to Astra that Myra was struggling with the dress though, confused and not knowing which opening she should put her head into. It was actually a bit funny, causing Astra to chuckle before getting up and reaching for Myra.

[Color=plum]“That's the sleeve, silly!”[/color] Myra looked at Astra after she took the fabric off her head, a bit distressed, due to how she felt trapped and couldn't see anything. Her curious stare towards the colored fabric had now become a wary and distrustful one, but Astra didn't give off a negative reaction. [Color=plum]“Reach your arms up, and I'll slip this right on you.”[/color] As she instructed Myra to raise her arms, Myra decided to trust her. After all, Astra had no reason to trap her or anything and she said that it would help her to "lay low", as she spoke before back on the boat.

While she was still a bit wary about the colored fabric, she knew that it was not strong enough to withstand her claws so it wouldn't be much of an issue if she got trapped in it. With that, Myra raised her hands, looking to see what Astra would do. 

Astra tried to be deliberate yet delicate when pulling over Myra's body. Myra had been surprised and almost panicked again when Astra pulled the fabric over her head, but when her head popped out from one of the openings in the fabric, apparently the correct one this time, judging by Astra's reaction, she became calmer. Astra finished up with some small adjustments to get Myra’s hair and arms through the dress. 

[color=plum]“Oooh! It fits nicely! We just put on the shoes and…”[/color] Astra seemed to be happy with the result but Myra felt strange. Squirming as she struggled to adapt to the feeling of the cloth against her skin. She looked at Astra, clearly uncomfortable. Overlooking Myra's expressed discomfort, Astra peered down at Myra’s feet and then to the shoes and then back to her feet again.

[Color=plum]“Actually, forget the shoes. I don’t see a world where your feet and those shoes go together. I can probably get some amas for them anyway.”[/color] She mused aloud before returning her gaze to Myra. [color=plum]“And now you look like a... [i]decent[/i] lady. I can do your hair up tomorrow, but you should be able to walk beside me to get Vrexen without having to disappear. Instead of hiding from sight, you will blend into your surroundings.”[/color] The dark elf grinned confidently.

Myra tried to move herself a bit, walking around, but she wasn't used to the feeling of wearing clothes and her movements ended up being stiff and strange. After only a few steps, Myra went back to the bed again, contorting herself as she tried to take out the fabric from her body, clearly expressing her discomfort in wearing and moving around with it. 

[Color=plum]“Oh come on, it isn't that bad. You're telling me you'd rather be walking around exposing your-”[/color]

In the middle of Myra's almost comical struggle, both women heard a loud growl coming from Myra's stomach. This immediately made Myra stop, look at Astra, and then resume her struggle even more urgently than before. Astra thought twice about attempting to stop Myra. Despite being extremely adorable… [color=plum][I]She's still dangerous… but if she can't roam around with her bits just hanging o there. I mean even the whores even cover up a little… She can vanish from view though, but… Fuck it, but I'm saving the dress![/I][/color]

[Color=plum]“Myra! Listen up! I just purchased that damned dress! So, you are going to wear it or you will remain invisible because I will [b]not[/b] be forced to explain why you are strutting around like an exotic sex slave that's open for business… Wait...”[/color] Astra was devious enough to actually consider the idea and sized Myra up some.

While Myra couldn't understand anything Astra was saying and why she seemed to be so against the idea of not wearing that strange, uncomfortable second-skin, she didn't really like the way Astra was speaking to her. That second-skin seemed to be just a terrible idea for Myra. Moving around while wearing it was strange and if she got into trouble, that thing would basically make her camouflage useless.

That said, she was more frustrated than angry. Astra didn't seem to understand she was hungry and instead of helping her out of that dress, she just stood there, watching. Incredibly frustrated, Myra remembered the words Vrexen and Astra used when they wanted to eat. Maybe if she tried to use it, she would understand.

[color=9e0b0f]"Foo! Foo!"[/color] Myra said, trying to imitate the word 'food' as she looked at Astra with a frustrated expression.

[Color=plum]“…”[/color] Astra couldn't believe Myra actually uttered a word. [Color=plum][i]Foo?[/i][/color]

Myra stopped struggling against the dress and pointed at it for a moment, almost as if saying that she would try wearing the dress while they were in the city if Astra gave her some food. The dark elven woman stared blankly for a moment. This time around she understood her demon companion.

[Color=plum]“Let's go then. We can get lots of food if you keep that on, but first, we need Vrexen. I'd leave him out there but I think he would very well find me and murder me viciously… and then feed me to you.”[/color] Astra rolled her eyes.

The two left the room, entering the hall of the tavern. The woman at the desk stared strangely at Myra as she hadn't noticed the white-skinned girl with Astra previously. Astra gave the woman a smile and a nod as they left the inn.

[Color=plum]“I know you hate the dress, but I just need you to wear it in places like this. You're a demon and most folks don't like 'em, but if I can dress you up, they might think you're a demi-human like the lady at the desk.”[/color]

Not only was it very annoying and uncomfortable for her, but wearing that second-skin that Astra called a "dress" made her feel vulnerable, as that second-skin would render her camouflage basically useless. That said, after Astra promised to feed her, Myra begrudgingly accepted to keep the strange second-skin on her for now as they walked outside of the building. Fortunately, as Astra mentioned, she would only have to wear the dress in cities, so as soon as they got out, she would be free from that odious cloth trap.

Continuing to the docks, dimly lit by hanging lanterns the two made their way to the boat. The hippocampi were awake but mostly docile. On approach, Vrexen could be spotted seated in the darkness where the light of the lanterns could not reach.

[Color=plum]“Lord Vrexen! We have returned to retrieve you!”[/color]