"I did just promise to let Tara use her's," Laura says with a droll chuckle as the woman loosens the straps of her armor.  "It would make a liar of me, wouldn't it?"  Which doesn't mean she can't admire the lean mean warrior body the young man purposefully shows off.  She toes off one boot, stomping down on a heel before kicking the other off.  The tie that knotted her hair comes next, fluttering to the floor.<br/><br/>She reaches behind her and the breastplate of leather comes next, leaving her standing in a sweat-stained white shirt that served as padding and her dark trousers, which just barely come down to her ankles.  Though her finger are unpainted, as is her face, the toenail's have a nice recently fresh layer of red to them.  She wriggles them with a look of relief.  "So nice to get those boots off."  She reaches up to brush a finger across Tara's cheek.  "Of course, there are ways we can get around this... I suppose.  What do you think, slut?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>