Sasha let a light moan in her sleep as she slowly opened her eyes. She seemed rather dazed as she awoke as she seemly stared at the ceiling. A sudden gasp escaped her lips as a deep blush tinted her cheeks a she looked around suddenly. She tugged her hands as she felt herself rather free as she looked about more. She shivered a bit as she realized her figure was naked, save for the odd harness that had been put on her the night before. She only blushed more as she seemed to show a very pecular mixture of both anger and embarrassment that was rather difficult to decode. "I'll... I'll kill him." She spoke clutching the sheets as she seemed rather perplexed as to what to do herself. The red head pressed her face against the pillow as thoughts of what others might of saw started to fill her mind. It was a rather embarrassing thing after all for a woman who prided herself on being tough and in control to have such an odd sexual side to herself. She didn't want others at all to know. The very thought only made her blush deeper.<br/><br/>She stood up slowly up from the bed as she worked on undoing the harness. She let it slip on the floor as she kicked it a bit under the bed, as if trying to hide some incriminating evidence from her parents like some teenage being walked in on without a minutes notice. She walked over to the drawer as she pulled out a pair of clean panties. The busty woman quickly did a rather did an odd shuffle to get it up giving her breasts a nice jiggle in the mirror before she worked on putting on her armor. It seemed much less risky then normal as it took the shape of a long dark red tight pants and a form fitting red top that clung up to her neck. Her shoulders remained exposed while her cleavage remained rather hidden, though the outfit did manage to tightly show her curves. She shuffled a bit as the weight of the transformed armor was quickly adjusted by the woman who was very use to lugging around clothing that was much heavier then it appeared. She bit her bottom lip as she grabbed her weapon and headed back down stairs. Her eyes avoided the 'trickster' who had her last night as she shuffled to sit down remaining rather quiet. Her attempt to withdraw suspicion more likely causing more eyes to turn to her and wonder.