<div class="floatright"><strong>Mabli (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=654346)</strong><br/>(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTx4DwIwiUQ/TOcxaHJb2TI/AAAAAAAAAFg/hnX2JahDgyg/s1600/Shifter.jpg)</div><br/>Mabli barks a dirty laugh as the tapes size her up, nipping at the end of one that gets too close to her mouth. It gets it's revenge when it moves to her chest, pushing a breath out of her as it tightens up and then running for it before she can catch it and show it what for.<br/><br/>As the tapes snake off and the dress is brought forward, Mabli forgets all about it though, smiling like she's just gutted a kraken in one slice from her claws. People didn't usually give her pretty things and she got a whole dress with frills! She's practically nobility now.<br/><br/>Proving her new noble heritage, she shamelessly begins to strip down when Mac asks, which is a process that involves a lot more hidden axes and layers than would have been first apparent. Under her hooded gown with slit legs was some sensible plating and under a leather coat and falding padding. The whole thing was a system and as it came off she looped straps out between the layers with those axes nestled in leather padded edge covers.<br/><br/>As strip teases went it had a ridiculously long run up, but eventually there was skin under there and surprisingly well looked after too for someone who fought as much as Mabli. She had muscles, but they were on an athletic frame with a chest that had been held back by the clothing to reach the heady heights of ... well reasonably modest in this current inn but usually it would have been worth talking about! Healing had made sure to take care of any scars and she didn't have clan tattoos either, her clan used Woad which washed off eventually. Tattooing was something a loved one dead before you left, not something permanent. She also had a pretty good tan, working in the sun all day did that and she wasn't so shy as to not strip down when it got hot as sea.<br/><br/>Out of her clothes in nothing but the single piece of looped fabric she used for underwear and ignoring the confident stare she kept locked with Mac to see his reaction, she looked like she'd have actually fit in at the inn. The dress took her a little bit to work out, she wasn't a dress person she was used to clothes coming in pieces you put together not one whole thing. An attempt at being sexy with putting it on faltered when she got her head stuck in an arm and Mac got to watch the fabric ruffle as her ears bobbled in frustration, before she began wiggling about on the spot until she finally popped into the right hole, hair a complete mess.<br/><br/>"Never sassing a lady in a dress again. This things tricky" Mabli said as she carefully nipped at the dangling sleeve and tugged it so she could get her arm in it. It's a good thing she was bendy, because otherwise half the dress would never have survived but she somehow managed to get it on herself, before hip rolling the whole thing down.<br/><br/>"Yes!" she cried when she finally got the thing on, giving it a dainty twirl that was completely at odds with her blustery personality. "I am ready for my tray. I won't let you down big guy, I am in this to impress!"