<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Rose Vanger. | <strong>Location:</strong> The Pelican Glass. | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Wessly, Feon<br/>Click <strong>here</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217592.msg10710195#msg10710195) for the full profile.<br/>_________________________</div><br/><br/>Rose shook that hand just as firmly and then proceeded to chuckle at the comments on her armor. She had heard it all, really. Too risqué. Too useless. Too begging-to-be-ripped off. Of course, she wasn't dumb, she knew all that. But a gladiator's armor was also about showing off, and when one had the goodies that Rose does, she has a a lot to show off. But yes, during her time as a Queensguard, she had a proper suit of protective armor.<br/><br/>Her eyebrows raised at the comment the goblin made about willing to rip it off and her jaw just fell open.<em>What.</em>"Uh, well. You're more than welcome to try." She said, looking over to her, wanting to give her a wink, but looked somewhat crestfallen to see that she had already looked away. She gulped and looked away, taking a deep breath to calm herself. The last time she had walked around with a bulge in her panties, the innkeeper had chased her out with a broom, loudly proclaiming her as a freak.