Mal tried very hard to ignore the rather tight feeling in her pants as she watched the elf, her tabard now completely see-through. She went to the bathroom and grabbed one of the complimentary towels and took it back, leaning down to help dry off the piece of armor that the girl was so obsessive about. She suppose if she, too, relied on her armor as much as warriors did, she would be far more emotionally attached to it. "I'll take care of this," said Mal, "You go get out of your clothes. I think there might be a bathrobe or something in there you can use in the meantime." After drying off the armor, she pulled out of a sack a half-melted candle. Oh, yes. She had definitely taken candle. She then began using the wax to clean and protect the armor from rusting, assuming it was a material that could rust. Better safe than sorry, that was Mal's motto. In all the excitement, the half-orc's tabard had gotten bunched up and a rather large bulge in her leathers near the crotch and inner thigh could clearly be seen by any who wished to notice such things.<br/><br/>She soon finished maintaining the armor and stood, turning around to see what had become of Dath.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>