<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/wzGNMbC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Serana Strode</del>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2697354) Josephine<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Class:</strong>lv.3 Artificer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Freeman<br/><hr/><strong>HP:</strong>24/24 -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>Initiative:</strong>1 -<strong>Passive Perception:</strong>14<br/><strong>Infusions: </strong>Bag of Holding, Enhanced Defense -<strong>Arcane Armor:</strong>Infiltrator -<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv.1 3/3<br/>-Magic Missile<br/>-Thunderwave<br/>-Cure Wounds<br/>-Disguise Self<br/>-Identify<br/>-Purify Food and Drink<br/>-Jim's Magic Missile (free cast per long rest 1/1)<br/>-Hex (free cast per long rest 1/1)<br/>-Misty Step (free cast per long rest 1/1)</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Oh don't worry about me, I can regulate my suit's temperature as needed" she explained, tapping a few panels to drop the temperature of her suit and then touching the cooled metal of her palm to Thistle's forehead, "See?" she asked with a hidden smile.<br/><br/>"Eh? W-wait..." Serana's demeanor became sheepish as Ionli dragged her into the clothing store, though she didn't put up any physical resistance. The Princess looked a tad bit comical, looking over dresses in her hulking suit. Eventually one of the dresses caught her eye in particular, though she gulped as she ran her hand over it. While she was able to slip in and out of her leotard and don her armor no problem, when it came to putting on complex dresses she had always relied on her handmaids to assist her. She glanced between it and her companions, but then gave a defiant shake of her head. No! If she was going to be a proper adventurer then she at least had to know how to clothe herself! With that in mind she grabbed the dress off the rack and made her way into the fitting room.<br/><br/>About ten minutes later Ionli would hear Serana call to her, "Umm...Ionli...could you come here?". If she stepped into the changing room she would find the Princess in<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">quite the state</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/AcyRmSN.png)</div></div>, "u-umm...I think the dress might be too small for me..." she stammered, red as a cherry. To say the curvy Princess was spilling out of the garment was an understatement. The bodysuit that had come with the dress was the only thing that actually fit on her, and even then "fit" was an iffy statement, as the material was stretched so thin it seemed to hug her curves in a way that defied logic, "I-I can't seem to get it to cover my...you know..." she said, however given how exposed she was from every angle, "you know" could mean practically anything. On the floor Ionli would spot a<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">top piece</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/fq1eQ0a.jpg)</div></div>intended to cover her breasts, but even that wouldn't help the complete lack of coverage for her bottom half.