<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c8/Phelypsis.jpg)</div>Parties and events always had one particular andra bursting with excitement. She had been talking about this with the delvers and tavern staff for weeks. She loved everything about it. The seasonal food, especially the assortments of hearty casserole dishes and local meads were all treats she had longed for. Getting to wear some fancy or cool outfit like everyone else would be the best part though. Maybe this year they would vote her to appear as an Andrian queen (because the lore of the wild barbarians was totally something the city dwellers were familiar with). Even if not her favorite character was not picked Phelypsis was fine with being a hero, or a paladin or maybe a king. It did not even occur to her that someone might want her in some bawdy costume or to appear as a subservient maid.<br/><br/>A valkyrie though…  She had had no idea what that was when the results were announced. Naturally she had of course played it off like she knew exactly what a valkyrie was. Later that very night Phelypsis had consulted the librarian on night duty for tips. She was a tiny timid gnome with a dangerous glint in the eyes behind those thick round glasses. A librarian and a sketch artist, just the person to help a mis-informed barbarian. Phelypsis took every word that the scheming little gnome whispered to her as fact. She became ‘an expert’ overnight and had a bawdy little drawing with her to use as an example for the outfit.<br/><br/>Finally on the day of the harvest festival she could put it all on. Phelypsis’ completed attire consisted of fluffy white little wings on her back and an old knight’s helmet with a grated visor and similar smaller wings sprouting from both sides. Her top was leather straps and two metal plates that covered her nipples and maybe one quarter of her lower breasts, leaving her bosom mostly bare. Low on her wide hips dangled a wide leather belt which helped keep up a black loincloth. The only other fabric on her were elbow gloves and stockings with arm and shin guards attached to them. Metal parts had some crudely drawn symbolics of the northern deities. The costume left most of her body bare, revealing a rather shameful detail. This week that her party of Delvers had spent lounging about Phelypsis had taken to grow herself bit of a tummy pudge on top of her usually perfectly chiseled abs.<br/><br/>It had felt like such a good idea before, but wearing the set was all different. Looking down Phelypsis could see just how badly she threatened to burst out of her skimpy costume. It made her feel dirty show so much, but this was how valkyrie were and she wouldn't want to disrespect such honorable creatures. The demon girl sat awkwardly on a barstool  with knees together, eyes on the floor, ears down and tail slowly swooshing from side to side. Her spot was next to Riset, probably the worst spot to be in right now. Even her success in swooning human males had not given the andra the insight into inner workings of this battlefield called social interactions.<br/><br/>A good few moments passed with her fidgeting in place and letting the bubbles plop in her pint before Phelypsis spoke up, “A- y- nice armor. Where did you get it?” Good start, she thought, but what next? Discussing sexy things had worked wonderfully last time, but then again she had been riding a rush of victory back then and he had lost so it had been alright to claim him. However, now they were just a regular guard and a bar valkyrie. She had nothing, no words. Hopefully someone would show up and rescue her from this plight.