<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Aloisa Kriechjagd<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum -guest room<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Skivvies<br/><strong>Content: </strong>trying to keep up spirits<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Party<br/><hr/><br/>Aloisa smiled to the others as she began to strip down, the Ladies on the boat had seen much of her durring the trip,  ut her silks had been strategicly placed to keep her covered. Her body didn't have quite the abundance of scars Danae had,  but mqde up for in how exotic they were. Strangely shaped bite marks, matching lines from claws, a few small burns, and strangely shaped scars from some more obscure abuse.<br/><br/>At the comment of enjoying the pants she gave a laugh, "Back on the Guard we had a man who wore a skirt... not like a ladies, but this giant pleated one of heavy leather and big brass plates seated on. Hung down to his knees, and then he giant plated boots to protect that. No idea what he wore underneath. Thankfully. Big tall bastard, stood a head taller then I do. Had giant poleaxe he coukd use to break down doors like they were kindling. We used to tease him about how he must hope to Impress the High Ladies with his fashion and be able to retire from dredging the warrens for vermin, or merchants carts for contraband." Her smile was a bit off, she liked the first part of the memory... But what had happened to Blanyard... she woukdbt trouble them with that.<br/><br/>"Personally, Ill keep to breeches, have worked quite fine for me and under no illusion ill rise to any station it will hurt me. ... though i wouldnt mind one of the fancy dresses ive seen in the past... Just for special occasions. She took her time wiping herself down with hot water and a rag, really scrubbing well before arching forward, "Would someone get my back..?"<br/><br/>Afterwards she got dressed in her original clothes, leaving behind the armor and the ax and secreting away the dagger in the folds of cloth carefully.