At first, Pandora’s fears began to relapse in spite of the powerful warrior on who’se arm she walked, but when the guards went down like domino’s she bit her lower lip, and her shoulders began too shake.  They shook harder and harder, ‘til her breasts almost bounced out from under what little modesty they had left.  She glanced up at Elli with a broad grin on her lips.  “I could get used to this.”<br/><br/>From there on she felt like she was on parade, up the tiers and through the temple districts, offering a cheery smile too any who met her with polite admiration in his or her eyes and neither acknowledging nor spurning the rest.<br/><br/>Though she felt a flash of sympathy for the knight who’d drawn ire for his wandering eye, she had too smile for him as well, that his lady love cared enough to be jealous.  Maybe she’d be dressing up for him next time.<br/><br/>“So, where’s your dorm,” Pandora inquired, mussing Elli’s hair.  “And do you have good scissors or do we have too borrow some?”<br/>