Shallista was in the bar area, taking a break from her garden work. That's when Nicolotte in, tugging at her outfit. "Hello, there. Did you have a restful night?"
"Yeah, but I still can't believe this armor," Nicolotte answered. "It looks as uncomfortable as it feels. This is certainly going to be an adjustment."
"Tugging at it isn't going to make it cover more of your body, you know," Shallista said.
"It does make me wonder why you chose this particular design," Nicolotte said, continuing to squirm around and tug at her armor."
She thought back to that woman who came to her village when she was a teenager. "My heroine wore it. I chose this armor to be like her."
"You mean older women wear this stuff?" Nicolotte asked.
"I'm not sure," Shallista answered. "I haven't seen her in seventeen years. She looked to be in her late twenties at the time, so she's probably in her forties by now. Admittedly, I haven't come across many women who are bold enough to wear this at that age. I hope to be one of the few."
Nicolotte stopped struggling with her armor. "You're really all in with this Sexy Warriors thing, huh? How long do you think you'll do it?"
"If I'm blessed enough to have the body to pulled it off, until the day I day, whether that be tomorrow or a thousand years from now," Shallista answered. "I don't want to imagine moving on."
Nicolotte made a few final adjustments. "Okay, how do I look?"
Shallista walked around her, looking her up and down as she did. "You're fine. Well then, I'm going to tend to my garden. You can come with me or go to work with some of the other girls."
A garden? She was interested. "I'll take the garden, please."
"Okay, let's head out back." She stood and headed out the back door with her newest member in tow.
*
Minerva entered her home, weary from a long journey. She saw her husband eating dinner alone. There was a extra plate set up, presumably for her. She decided to sit and join him.
He looked up from his meal, almost seeming startled to see her. "You've been gone for days. Where have you been?"
The meal was steak and rice. She shoveled a forkful of rice into her mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed. "Nowhere particularly dangerous. Just getting a few things set up." She let out a short, maniacal laugh.
"Is something wrong, Minerva? You've been acting strange lately. You never used to laugh like that."
She shook her head. "No. Nothing is wrong. As a matter of fact, I've got everything - covered." She let out another maniacal laugh while trying to eat some steak before being forced to cough it up to keep from chocking.
Her husband gave her a weird look, then went back to his meal.
*
Nicolotte was enjoying some ice cream in the city center with Shallista after a hard day's work. "Nothing hits to spot like some ice cream after gardening." She looked around, taking note of all the male gazes they were drawing. "Still, I can't help but feel like this is kind of embarrassing,wearing sexy armor in public, you know."
Shallista shrugged. "Meh. Comes with the territory."
She looked and also noticed to various stares from women. There were looks of disgust, anger, and annoyance, among others. A handful of the women were even turned on. "The looks we're getting from the women are...interesting, to say the least. There's variety, I guess."
"That comes with the territory, too," Shallista said. "Sexy armor isn't for the faint of heart."
A man came over with a sleazy look on his face and walked right up to Shallista. "Hey, baby. Would you do me the honor of having sex with me?"
Nicolotte was so shocked, she couldn't keep herself from gasping.
"Unfortunately, I'm saving myself," Shallista answered. "Sorry."
He walked away, hanging his head in defeat.
Then, a teen girl walked over to Shallista. "Your skin is so beautiful, it's hard to believe it's real. Can I touch you?"
"I usually charge for touches and reserve them for adults," Shallista said. "But as long you're willing to settle for an arm, I can let you have a free touch." She extended her arm out.
"How much to touch a thigh?" the girl asked.
"That's for adults only," Shallista answered. "It's the arm or nothing."
"Aww," the girl said. She gave Shallista's arm a good rub. "It's real! It's really real!" She run away squealing.
"Huh," Nicolotte said. "You charge to let people touch you?"
"It's a nice, safe source of income," Shallista said. "People want to touch me. I might as well use it to my advantage."
"But what if someone tries to go too far?" Nicolotte asked.
Shallista leaned back and smiled. "Travel the world. Anywhere you see a man with a broken arm is a place I've been."
A chill ran down Nicolotte's spine. Then a question popped into her mind. "You've been all over the world dressed like this, right?"
Almost as if anticipating where the conversation was going, Shallista answered, "Sexy warriors don't get cold."
"Huh?"
Shallista looked at her. "You were going to ask if I've been to any cold places, right? I have and I never worn a scrap of clothing more then what I'm wearing now."
"I don't know if I could do it," Nicolotte said, shaking her head. "I'm getting frostbite just thinking about it."
Suddenly, she heard a maniacal laugh. She looked and saw a village woman sauntering their way. "Well, well, if it isn't the Sexy Whore-iors," she said to Shallista. "Roped in another one, have you? Heh, have your fun while you can."
Shallista looked confused. "Wait, who are you, again? Oh, you're that woman who crumpled up our poster that one time. Are you doing well?"
"Not yet, but soon enough," the woman said. "Make no mistake, you will never forget the name Minerva." She turned and started walking away, throwing her head back and letting out a maniacal laugh as she did. Then, she tripped over her own foot and fell.
Shallista hopped off the bench and ran to aid her. "Are you okay?"
Minerva slapped her hand away. "Don't touch me. I would rather slither on the ground than except help from a whore."
"A Sexy Warrior always lends a helping hand." Shallista grabbed her under the shoulders and lifted her up to feet. "There you go. Be more careful."
As Shallista turned to face her, Nicolotte saw a rage building up in Minerva as she looked her up and down. "Hey, Shallista…"
Then, Minerva punched Shallista in the butt, resulting in a loud smack that echoed through the area, and shouted, "whore!"
Shallista turned around. "You just couldn't wait to touch it, could you? That's going to cost you a pretty hefty sum. They haven't even conceived the number for the amount you're going to owe me for that. But, I'd be willing to forgive your debt if you'd give sexy armor a try."
Minerva looked up at her, shaking her hand as if trying to relieve pain. "Soon enough, whore. Soon enough." Then, she turned and walked off.
Nicolotte didn't know what was more impressive; that someone could get that angry for seemingly no reason or the fact the she hurt her hand by punching Shallista in the butt. "Is this normal?"
Shallista nodded. "Yeah. It's pretty normal."
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