<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/afRPyAC.jpg?1)</div><strong>Princess Harriet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14440794#msg14440794)</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 41/47, AC/TAC/FFAC: 20/11/19, CMD: 24, Active spells: N/A, Postcounter: 36<br/>Languages: Common, Abyssal<br/>4 Int Damage<br/>Touch of Corruption (4/7)<br/><br/>Spells:<br/>1st - <del>Litany of Sloth</del>, Litany of Sloth, Litany of Weakness<br/>2nd - Invisibility<br/><br/>SLAs:<br/><del>Command</del>, Charm Person</div></div><br/><strong>Location</strong>Maldur Countryside, farmhouse<br/><strong>Taggging</strong>Margrat, Mr Dwarf<br/><br/>Her tail's reaction gave Princess Harriet a small smile, amused at its expressiveness. However, the reserved nature of Margrat and her husband were a bit of an obstacle. Harriet was tired, surely, but she wasn't done for the night. And at least a little bit of that was admiring herself in the reflection of the shield. But the rest of it boiled down to how to get some fun out of the apparently very content married couple that was willing to offer her a warm bed for the night. Which, she had to admit, she appreciated.<br/><br/>She wouldn't need the armor for the night, at least she really hoped she wouldn't. So that could stay off reasonably enough. But when she went to dawn the somewhat soggy clothes she wore beneath it, she found the tight-fitting pants and shirt to be mangled pretty effectively. They still functioned as clothes, but they showed a lot of pale skin that would normally be covered, at least a few of her cuts highlighted by the slashes in her clothes. It took a bit of work to finagle it just right, but she did her best to shift the clothes so that it was as provocative as possible without seeming as if it was on purpose. And, fortuitously, the damage meant she needed to make no alterations for her new tail.<br/><br/>Once she was as dressed as possible, she bundled her armor up and peeked out the door, checking to see if the coast was clear before scuttling down the hall to place her steel plates delicately in the guest room. From there, she returned to collect her weapons from the room, new magic hammer and kunai held as non-threateningly as possible as she tip-toed down the steps. She paused just out of view and steeled herself, mentally, before speaking to the two below.<strong>"Please do not startle - this, uh, appearance is a little new to me. I am sorry if it comes as a surprise, and understand if you would like me to go because of it."</strong><br/><br/>With that said, she walked the rest of the way down, doing her best to rock her new look with the casual power of a panther - strong, flowing, and primal. She wanted to portray her strength, her looks, her nobility, all with the casual ease of someone who owned those things, as she normally did, but she had to admit that recent events had shaken her a bit. It was only after she stopped, at the bottom of the steps, that she managed to bring herself to look at her hosts directly, hoping that they would not reject her because of this change.