<strong>Sophia Ataraxia<br/>2nd floor &gt; common room</strong><br/><br/>With clean body, cured hangover, and a sign that today was going to be good, Sophia left the shower with chipper attitude, changing into her undergarments of a strapless corset and bloomers, and over she wore a simple silk tunic, comfy enough to relax in, but practical enough she could wear her armor over it, the last to go on with her fishnet stockings.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.thefrippery.com/IMAGES_BLOG/e001123_thumb.jpg)</div></div><br/>"Morning Christina."  she chirped when she entered the common room, taking her usual seat at the table the group reserved for themselves and opening a combat manual she had intended to finish, " 'ow az your morning been?"