<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/AcyRmSN.png)</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/>The Princess only got more flustered as Ionli's eyes traced up and down every curve of her body. It was incredibly embarrassing to be seen in such disarray, like a child unable to even dress themselves properly. Yet at the same time she also felt a strange, but not unpleasant tingle knowing Ionli was...perhaps...<em>appreciating</em>her exposure. They had already seen each other naked, but that had been bathing. Somehow the fact she was half dressed, her curves spilling out for Ionli to see, made it feel a bit...scandalous.<br/><br/>"I see..." she murmured, biting her lip as Ionli concluded there was no way to salvage this mess as it was, "perhaps a different one then...or maybe we should just call it quits here..." she said, starting to tug at the garment to remove it. However Ionli would see confusion paint across Serana's face as she tried to peel the fabric off of herself to no avail, "Um..." another pull, nothing, "...maybe..." a yank on a string, which only tightened the knot tighter, "...this way?" she pulled down on the skirt, but the narrowly tailored waist could not handle the strain of her wide hips.<br/><br/>"F-Forgive me. I am used to having handmaidens to handle such complex garments. I...uh...don't know how to remove it myself..." she admitted with burning cheeks, realizing she had somehow trapped herself inside the dress. How utterly shameful! "Could you...er...help me get this off?" she asked.