Even her lady's whimsical humming along to some giddy and fanciful tune was a tad unnerving to the knight, unaware of what or whom may be lurking in her very chamber, a plot piece set by the cunning Crystal to make again Irina's day miserable. Sure the maid appeared to the woman as innocent, but Irina kept in mind certainly that Ginger was once a servant of the Princess, and of course...she too may have a stake in this dastardly plan of Crystal's, again to chide the knight where it stung most. [i]Ah me....I have an ill heart of what may come.[/i] She sighed, turning heel just as the Princess was out of her sight, hopefully back to her chamber and not waiting in the wings to spring a trap upon the slightly suspecting knight. As if it were enough to be paranoid of the fiendish Varros and what that obviously evil warlock was scheming behind their very backs, bound to be more horrible than what Irina could imagine possibly in her flustered mind, but to add the stress of Crystal pulling her little jests on the woman, she might as well have been strapped to a torturing rack in the darkest dungeon of this castle for the anguish she endures. 

Another deep sigh leaving her tightened, burning lungs, she was at least looking forward to the relief of shedding her heavy plated armor and soaking into a nice hot bath...even if there would be another girl besides her Princess in Irina's presence, which oddly Irina didn't seem to mind slightly. I mean they were all women, but it was when Irina opened the door to her private chamber....relaxation may be the last thing she would feel from her bath. [i]I knew it....Too damn good to be true.[/i] There stood the petite Ginger before her, her deep blue eyes ever doubting as they fell upon the scuffed and dirt covered armor of Irina. [b]"Oh no no no no no! My lady, this certainly will not do. Girls?"[/b] She clapped her hands together, and on cue....here followed two of the wenches who accompanied the small girl, both....rather stocky in build compared to Irina, who despite being a bit strong herself...didn't have the muscles like these older women. "What? What's going O-ooon?!" Like a doll, a child's toy was she yanked to the center of the room by these strong lasses, already going to work on her armor, and removing every last piece, carelessly tossing it aside. [b]"We can't have you going to the opera in full knight regalia, my lady. It would seem to imposing, that is why the Princess has requested we bathe and dress you."[/b] Of course Crystal requested this! Why else would she request it, other than to give one more slight to the knight slighted enough. [b]"Ah, ladies, you forgot her chainmail."[/b] Rather cheeky was that last chime, as Irina could tell by the maid's smirk, almost a mirror to her previous mistress. [i]GRRR!! PRINCESS!!!![/i]

Away went her chainmail, and there before all these women who haunted her chamber, there Irina stood, stark naked. "Good heavens!!" She squeaked with wide eyes and cheeks...her face cheeks...deep and red, burning brighter than ever as her hands reached quickly and coyly to censor every bit of her exposed endowments. [i]Oh I am going to have a few choice words with M'lady if I survive this![/i] She could only feel the fires of her infinite anger towards Crystal for this most mortifying of jests blazing through her veins. [b]"Okay ladies, we don't have time to waste. Let's get her to the bath and wash that dingy hair of hers, shall we?"[/b] And of course much contempt she held for her new [i]servant[/i], practically the ringleader in this crazy facade. Without single warning, again was Irina yanked about and into the tub of hot water she went with a splash, which was relaxing....at first. Then came a chilling downpour of soapy liquid upon her drenched hair, causing her to jolt upwards with a yelp before meaty hands went towards her hair and damn near yanked it out of her head as the large women roughly washed her silky mane, another one almost peeling the skin off Irina's arms and legs and back as she hastily and roughly scrubbed the knight down. Once her bath was done, out of the tub Irina went for a drying before having to slip on some bloomers and a corset, tightened a bit too much by the rough women. [i]Ugh! Per request of Princess Crystal I guess.[/i] Then followed the dresses, one after the other placed over Irina's head. Each with their own excuse from Ginger, humming to herself with bewilderment and drumming her tiny fingers against her subtle lips.

[b]"Hmm...I don't think pink is a color that suits you, Sir Irina."[/b] Off went that dress.

[b]"Umm....no..no definitely not purple. That seems to suit the Princess more than you."[/b] And there went that dress.

[b]"Well...[url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=39706998]red[/url] does look nice on you, my lady. Actually, I think this one suits you quite well, Sir Irina."[/b] About damn time!

After she was dressed, her make-up was done and so was her [url=https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ36nnqb1iMesN3Vtq9UN4nl-4WHq84VStY66hO7Y3Pg4BahQ8e]hair[/url], and....despite all the hardships she recently endured through that fiasco. Irina had to admit...she did look rather elegant. [i]Still.....this is not going unsaid...[/i]