She had hold her breath the moment she felt his cold presence close behind her back. His ice-cold boney fingers trailed swiftly over her skin, making her shiver of only the mere touches he gave her. The vest was buckled on tight, preventing her from breathing in to deeply, and leaving her with the only option of controlled inhales. At least it had a purpose to be strapped in it so tightly, her breasts pressed together leaving a deep cleavage visible as the segmented pieces were unable to connect completely. She reached out for the tight leather pants, unbuckling them and slipping into them quickly. Feeling he had not left her side, he was swiftly clicking on the pants as well, strapping it tight on her skin, obscuring the sight of her long boots. A soft noise escaped her lips the moment a piece of her skin got trapped in-between a buckle. She slid her hand down to free it from the tight and painful clasp, her fingers trailing over his claw-like hands. She blushed, and as soon as she had touched him, was as fast as she withdraw her hands back as well, only to hold it against her chest as if she was bitten by it. She felt his arms around her waist, his fingers trying to find the loops in which he could slide the leather belt in, unable to think straight she searched trough the scraps of leather, her hips bent outwards to give the rogue leverage of closing the belt. She found some leather gloves, long enough to cover her arm reaching above the elbows. Finally she found a strange looking collar, a small relic was hanging from it, and she held it out to undead behind her. "D-do I need to wear this as well? What's that little thing hanging from it?" It looked like an ancient ankh, all battered and damaged trough the sands of time.<br/><br/>(( Syramis has unlocked the achievement: Dress up a clumsy virgin while she is naked ))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>