<div class="floatright">(http://collider.com/wp-content/uploads/Transformers-Revenge-of-the-Fallen-movie-image-Megan-Fox-1.jpg)</div><br/>Kelly padded up the stairs from the basement in soft leather boots that looked to her like something an American indian would wear, or maybe one of those sexy girls in chainmail bikinis her college aged friends in their gaming circle liked.  Come to think of it, she was looking a lot like one of those girls herself.  The boots were thigh high, the leather mini shorter than most skirt’s she’d ever worn, and she didn’t consider herself shy.  Her Thrice Forged Corset was a form fitted breastplate of adamntium that thrust her big, round breasts high on her chest and bared a generous expanse of cleavage.  It also didn’t quite fall down to the sword belt supporting the leather mini, baring a few inches of tight, toned belly and a cute naval.<br/><br/>It occurred to her that carrying her warhammer through the house was probably rude and threatening.  An idea nudged her head at that thought, but she couldn’t quite follow it.  Her belt didn’t have a ring for the heavy implement, so she sighed and lay the hammer across her shoulders.<br/><br/>Following the voices of girls and a few guys, she wove through the house ‘til she found the well appointed living room and stopped just through the door, taking in the beautiful women and a few handsome men, most about her age and looking like they’d visited holy wood makeup artist’s before settling in to the scene.<em>Wow.  Do I look like that now?</em><br/><br/>She did.<br/><br/>At 6’1” the girl was taller than most girls and many boys.  She had soft brown hair with just a hint of a wave falling past her shoulders to just above where her armor gave way to her strong back.  The line of waist the armor revealed wasn’t six-packed, but was flat, tight, and one could easily imagine bouncing a quarter off of it.  Hazel eyes scanned the room and she blushed a little.  “Um…  Hi everyone.  I’m Kelly Delani.  I guess I’m a bit late.”<br/>