"A wooden sword?" he asked, perplexed at the very concept. "Is this a... common weapon among warriors where you are from?"<br/><br/>This land had likely never known the peace of an advanced, modern nation like Shizuka's homeland. The knight commander had fought all his life, and could not fathom a land where swords were wooden and dresses were short. But as he waited for her leg to lift, he was presented with the silky white difference between their worlds, drawing an instant blush to his cheeks.<br/><br/>Glancing away, but clearly after taking a lingering eyeful of her panties, Reiner swallowed and used his sense of touch to shift the greaves and boots properly onto her leg. He felt around her calves and thighs to strap each belt one by one, groping sweet handfuls of soft flesh each time. Just one set of greaves was proving too much for him, and he shot up straight with a cough asking, "how is it? Can you move well? Is it heavy?" The armor was well made and light, fitting well around her legs at least, but the flat curvature of the breastplate would be impossible for her shapely figure as is.<br/><br/>There was a knock on the door behind him, a second entrance across from where they had entered from. Reiner cleared his throat and said, "I'll... give you some privacy. See if you can't do something about your bosom, my lady. We will never fit you in proper armor otherwise," he asked, pointing to rolls of cloth tape beside them before turning in place and moving to the door. He opened it slightly, tried sticking his head in to glance around, but then was pulled out of the room suddenly by a slender and pale set of arms before the door shut right behind him!<br/><br/>Most irregular.<br/>