Kriasa was carefully looking through the dusty window of the main ranch house, having been eavesdropping on her new employer.<br/><br/>Her keen elf ears had picked up most of the conversation, but her eyes were drinking in the sight of what looked like a girl being...enticed by her boss?  Suddenly, as Charlie leapt back up onto her feet, she reeled back in the hopes that she wasn't spotting spying on them as she heard the word 'herd' being used more than once, and she wondered what it could mean.  She quickly grasped ahold of the broom she had been using just then to dust the porch of the ranch house, when her ears were subject to a bit of punishment from Charlie's shrill whistling skills.  She winced and planted her back against the thick tree trunks that made up the wall of the house as she heard the clunking of boots on the porch heading outside.<br/><br/>She licked her lips, and tried to make herself look like she had been sweeping all along when Charlie stepped out into the sunlight, looking right at her with this odd grin on her lips. "Oh...! Charlie, um...I've put on the clothes that you asked me to wear.  Do they...look okay?"<br/><br/>Kriasa Starleaf, being a kaldorei woman, at her full height was taller than the average human.  The clothes in question were picked out for Kriasa by her new boss on her first day - something more appropriate than her old travelling robes from Ashenvale, she said.  The problem she had found with the clothes were that most of them were just a tad too small for her larger body.  Still, she did her best to make due and wear it all as she was asked, right down to the cowboy-styled boots that she was trying to balance herself in.  Like Charlie, she had been given a set of leather and denim chaps, but they had been unfortunately torn near the bottoms, leaving them to come up just a few inches short of Kriasa's knees - as well, she had problems trying to cinch up the waist, leaving it hanging open slightly and allowing someone a scant view of her waist and the green panties she had chosen for the day.<br/><br/>The thin cotton shirt was no better.  The cream-coloured thing was clinging tightly to Kriasa's chest and upper body; the sad little buttons showing some straining against her bust, and failing to cover any part of her flat, toned belly at all.  Kriasa though was happy for the amount of bared skin, as the breeze from the day was a welcome comfort against the heat that had caused her to sweat a little.  She was leaning against her broom, adjusting the tan cowboy hat that she had also been given over her head of green hair.  She had taken care to tie her long hair into a single braided tail that dangled all the way down her back and swayed just above her firm rear cheeks.<br/><br/>She looked at Charlie, offering her a smile, and hoping for approval!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>