Penelope had just gotten off the clock and plopped down on a bench to enjoy an ice cream cone she'd purchased. She gave it one lick and ripples of pleasure surged through her body. "It the simple things the matter most."
Then, a woman in full armor sat down next to her. She had ice cream as well. She looked Penelope up and down and said, "Ugh! Whatever."
Penelope was confused. "But you sat next to me."
"You got a problem with my armor?" the woman asked.
"But I didn't say anything," Penelope said.
Maybe it'd be best to not make eye contact. Penelope turned away and went back to eating her ice cream.
"You're jealous, aren't you?" the woman asked. "You're embarrassed to be sitting next to a woman in practical, functional armor, right?"
Penelope looked back over her shoulder. "Honestly? Yeah, kind of. Here I am wearing less than underwear while you're in full mail and plates. It make me realize how lacking my armor truly is. Honestly, I'm getting a little cold just thinking about it." She went back to her ice cream.
"Heh, how does it feel to be a slut?" the woman asked.
"Huh? What's you're problem? I'm not a slut. My armor is just a little low, that's all."
"People like you give female warriors a bad name," the woman said. "Why do you do it? Why do you persist in wearing such ridiculous attire?"
Penelope thought about what she was feeling right now. Once she looked past the growing sense of annoyance because this woman, she came to a conclusion. "Because it feels good. I've never really been one for full armor. Regular clothes are more my jam, but they don't offer much more protection than sexy armor. It's really not a big leap for me."
"But it's so risky and looks embarrassing," the woman asked. "Are you really comfortable like that?"
"You don't have to wear it if you don't want to," Penelope said.
"But what if I did?" the woman asked. She gasped. "I-I mean during my downtime. N-not in combat. Where would one buy such armor?"
Penelope smiled. "But aren't you afraid you'll look like a slut?"
"I said I'm not going to be wearing it in public," the woman said. "Just tell me where you got it."
"Me? I got mine from a guild mate. I can take you to my guild. My guild master is this smoking hot redhead who would love to size you up."
"No!" the woman said. "I-I mean, I'm not try to join a guild. I'm already in one."
That was strange. The only guild in town to her knowledge was the Sexy Warriors. "Oh, so you must be traveling. I'd be glad to drop the armor off at the inn for you. What's your name so I can ask the innkeeper who to look for."
"N-no," the woman said. "My guild master would have a fit if she knew I was procuring such a thing. I-I'll meet you somewhere. Just outside the town gates after dark. Does that sound good?"
"Okay, I'll see what I can grab for you."
*
Penelope exited the city gates, bag in hand. Where was that woman? She looked around and saw a light waving around in the distance. Was that her? She decided to go check it out.
As she got closer, she saw it was her, stripped down to her underwear with her armor in a pile next to her. "Ah, you came. Do you have the armor?"
"Are you insane?" Penelope asked. "What if it wasn't me? Anybody walk have walked over here and seen you."
"I'm a trained warrior," the woman said. "I can handle a little danger."
"You fail to see the point," Penelope said. She offered the bag to her. "Anyway, here's the armor."
The woman took it.
"Have fun with it."
"W-wait. C-could you stay for a minute? I need someone to tell me how I look."
Penelope turned away. "Okay, go for it."
After a minute or so, the woman said, "You can look now."
Penelope did so.
The woman was looking at the ground. "I'm so freaking embarrassed. So, d-do I look a stupid as I feel?"
Penelope really took her in. "You look fine." What would Shallista do? "Turn around. Let me see your backside."
The woman did so, covering her butt as she did.
"Don't do that," Penelope said. "If you're going to wear sexy armor, you have to be unashamed to bare it all. Hard all the way or don't go at all."
"O-okay." The woman said. She held her arms at her side and said, "Do your worst."
Penelope gave her a good look. "You're fine. My guild master would like you. You sure you don't want to join the Sexy Warriors?"
"N-no, I'm happy in my current guild."
"Then why do you have to hid the fact that you're wearing sexy armor?"
"And your guild doesn't have rules about what you can or can't wear?" the woman asked.
Penelope shook her head. "Not during our downtime. Even on the job, we can customize our outfits with things like cloaks, capes, and braces."
"Hmm...sounds like fun."
Penelope thought back to what Shallista would do. "Take a deep breath and tell me how you feel."
The woman breathed deep, exhaled, then thought for a moment. "I feel cold...and naked...and embarrassed...and horny. How does one keep from being aroused wearing this?"
Penelope thought. "I don't know. I've never felt horny on the job. I guess if I had to give you an answer, it would be to just focus on the task at hand. It shouldn't matter what you're wearing as long as you can focus."
"I guess so," the woman said. "Say, do you want to go on an adventure together some time? I'd like to put this stuff to the test, see if it's more practical than it looks."
"I guess it couldn't hurt," Penelope said.
"Alright." The woman expended a hand toward her. "The name's Lady Victoria."
Penelope shook her hand. "Penelope. I look forward to working with you one day."
*
It was very late when Lady Victoria got back to the inn. She had changed back into her armor and had the sexy armor in the bag Penelope had given her. She though back to how she felt wearing it and sighed. "How nice."
When she opened the door, she saw Lady Grizelda was sitting there playing chess with her. She felt her butt tighten.
Lady Grizelda looked from her game. "You were out even later than last night. Where did you go?"
"Nowhere," Lady Victoria answered. "I was just hovering around." It wasn't a total lie. She couldn't let her know she was frolicking through the tulips in sexy armor. Best to end things quickly. "Well, I'm feeling tired, milady. Have a restful night."
"Before you go, what's in the bag?" Lady Grizelda asked.
Drat. She should have known she wasn't going to get away without having to answer that. "J-just some candy."
Lady Grizelda stood. "Ooh, let me have some. You know I have quite the sweet tooth."
Lady Victoria shook her head. "I don't want to share."
Lady Grizelda sat back down. "That good, huh? At least tell me where you got it so I can pick some up tomorrow."
Great. What was she going to say now? Maybe... "A stranger gave it to me. They were giving out free samples, so I didn't refuse. It looked like they were headed out of town, so it's unlikely we'll run into him again."
"Well, that sucks." Lady Grizelda returned to her game. "Enjoy your candy. I do hope you'll change your mind and share, though. It looks like more than one human being could ever eat. If you need an extra mouth to finish it, I'm willing to help."
Lady Victoria headed up to her room, closed the door behind her, and breathed a sigh of relief. Then she pulled the armor out of the bag and set it on the bed. "Heh, heh, you be my little secret."
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