The harpy sniffed at the scent of Rayne's offerings and snatched them away with a greediness born of hunger. She sat on her haunches, holding her food up to her mouth with both wings and nibbling away. For the first time since Rayne had met her, she looked... happy.<br/><br/>"My belt of dexterity," Sylvia mumbled through a mouthful of cake. She swallowed and continued, "I faced off against some wanna-be whip-wielding dominatrix, kicking her leather-wearing flat ass was a piece of cake, you might say. I didn't see any sort of barrier though, I guess that's a good thing?"<br/><br/>There was no chance to take advantage of the opening that night, though, in the dwarves' alerted state, much to the newly minted gladiatrixes' chagrin.<br/><br/>"I can't say that I'd mind leaving this dump," Sylvia yawned. "And better living conditions probably means a little more freedom too. That, and I'm not keen on risking going downstairs."<br/><br/>She took the opportunity to rest. The harpy dozed off too, leaning against the bars to be as close to Rayne as possible.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The next day, the dwarves came for Rayne and Sylvia... and the harpy too. Though, they didn't stay together for long, with the dwarven trainer leading Rayne and Sylvia to the locker room while another dwarf led the harpy off to an unknown destination. The hubbub from yesterday seemed to have settled down, though the patrol they passed by on the way down the hallway was a bit more alert than before.<br/><br/>Like yesterday, they were offered some familiar-looking equipment to arm themselves with, though the gear followed yesterday's choices without a chance to change things up this time. The hardened microbikini that pretended to be a "microbreastplate" was back, repaired and repainted blood red, suitable to be worn by Bloodraaaaayne, as the Announcer had called out before. Likewise, her longbow had been polished and painted with a lightning bolt running down one limb and a warhammer running down the other, in honor of her victory over the so-called Twins of Sin. A tingle of magic flowed through Rayne's fingers when she picked them up.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Base stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u">Microbreastplate +1</span><br/>AC +6, maximum +3 dex bonus, armor check penalty -3, 25% arcane spell failure, medium armor<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Longbow +1</span><br/>Base damage 1d8+1, critical x3, range increment 100 ft, piercing damage<br/></div></div><br/><br/>That was not all though, there was also a selection of<em>naughty</em>but performance-enhancing accessories to choose from.<br/><br/><em>Choose one (or none):</em><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Nipple hoops</div><div class="spoiler_body">These hoops replace the nipple-covering patch of the microbreastplate, deliberately surrounding and letting the nipples jut out through the exposed hoop. The hoops act as a <em>ring of protection +4</em>.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Buttplug</div><div class="spoiler_body">This simple black buttplug tapers and then flares out at the base to keep it in place. It also functions as a lesser quicken metamagic rod (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic-items/rods/metamagic-rods/metamagic-quicken).<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Miniskirt</div><div class="spoiler_body">This extra-short red miniskirt replaces the microbreastplate's bikini bottom and only comes two-thirds of the way down Rayne's butt. It grants Spell Resistance 19.<br/></div></div><br/><br/>Sylvia, meanwhile, had leather straps that looked more like bondage gear, and a bow of her own. Her belt of dexterity blended in looking like just another strap. She looked over at Rayne to see what she chose...