Sayren goes to Nyka to find Ximal, the master of unarmed combat, to teach her how to better herself.
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Known as the Celestial Seat, Nyka is a religious city in Northern Sylira. Ruled by four demigods and traversed by a large crevice, the monk-city is both mystical and dangerous. [Lore]
Give it a try? Would the woman allow her? Sayren quickly turned towards the woman, "Would I be able to try these on? I want to make sure the fit is right." The nodded as she led Sayren over to a curtained off area part of her stall, "Certainly, effendim. Take as long as you like." Sayren bit her lip nervously as the woman closed the curtains behind Sayren, leaving her with the shorts and bra. She slowly started undressing herself, uncertain that she really couldn't be seen. Truth of the matter was, the light was showing her shadow on one of the curtains for Ximal to see, watching her slowly grasp the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head and tossing it aside as she thumbed through the bands of her pants. Shimmying them down her legs and reaching for the short to pull back up her legs. She then grasps onto the bra, clasping onto it back and adjusting it to the right tightness. It was a lil uncomfortable, but she figured that would be about the right size considering the training she would endure. Didn't want her bosom to get her way at every given chance. However, the bra did little to cover her cleavage. Just to give it a test, she jumped and hopped from one direction to another, to see if they would even budge or..."blossom" out of their restraints. They didn't. Her breasts remained fastened to the thin leather strapped around her chest. There was slight movement, but hardly enough to really hinder her. She took a deep breath...might as well see what Ximal says about this. She opened up the curtain, and took a step out, trying to give an air of confidence even though her heart was beating fast. Second guessing second guessing! Too late...she's already out in the open. For him to see completely.
Xi scratched his chin lightly through his beard taking note of the height of the sun. He even caught the uncertain look of say as she went into the changing booth. It was only then that Xi caught why she was so uncertain. The light was filtering down through the curtain revealing every motion going on inside. If Xi hadn't been used to things like that...he may have been a little red. Xi still watched a little...intently. Noting easily where she removed her top and even her lower items. Xi smirked and folded his arms across his chest awaiting her triumphant excursion from the changing room. In the mean time Xi began to pull the djed about inside of him feeling the flow of it down his arm pulling around in a spiralling fashion, as of late he'd begun to grow attached to testing out how fast he could make his djed respond inside of him. And to his astonishment he was getting faster. Then he heard the curtain whip across, and flicked his eye's up fast to see her walking out with an air of confidence. Then he looked down slightly to her chest seeing how "snugly" the leather strapping clung to her. Did bring a light bit of colour to Xi's face beneath his beard. She was well filled out. Xi then let his eye's go further daown lookignf ro the shorts only to be meat with bare skin.
Xi wanted to make a comment which was something like " you forgot your shorts" but no the bravado air of his ended up causing him to say something completely different. "Well...at least now i know that's your natural hair colour...You might wanna duck back in before you feel the breeze?" Xi pulled his lips in and held them with his teeth trying not to laugh. In he air of confidants she'd completely forgotten to put on her bottoms. The shorts laying on the ground next to her own clothing. That would be an image that would stay with him for a while to come.
Sayren stood. She felt good in her confidence. It was only rising with Ximal's approval of her chestwear. Then...his face changed. As if to hold back laughter? At what? Her natural hair color? How in the world would he-then a cold breeze hit her smooth skin. She blinked as she slowly glanced down. Her heart sank to her chest and her became heavy with red. She was practically naked! Her lower region completely out and displayed for Ximal and everyone else to see the trimmed brown curls. She said nothing, her voice was trapped within her chest as she rushed back into the stall and closed off the curtain. It was hard for her to breathe. Dear gods this was beyond Embarrassing. Not once, not twice, but now multiple times she has proven herself to be totally incompetent in front of her new master, and it hasn't even been her first day of training! Her heart was still thumping at its face pace within her chest, trying to once again muster the confidence she had lost outside the stall. She quickly threw the shorts on, her legs now rubbing against each other. She could still feel the heat of her flaming cheeks cause of humiliated she felt. And it wasn't like it was Ximal's doing at all, it was all her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself once again as she finally gathered what confidence she could and stepped out once more. Now for certain that the shorts were on. She glanced up at her master, searching for signs of approval and all she saw was that grin. She gulped and the words barely even made it out of her mouth, "Do over?..."
Xi couldn't help but chuckle as she frantically dashed back into the changing stall. The vibrancy of the red of her cheeks was staggering she'd clearly never been in a situation like that before. Then again there was a little crowd around. bit to try and help keep her dignity Xi'd shifted when he'd seen how she'd left the stall using both his massive size and his cloak to block her from view. Still the speed she'd shot back into the stall with was staggering. If she'd displayed such speed earlier when fighting him. She may have actually hit him. After a small amount of rustling and a long pause She emerged from the stall again a rather sullen and hurt look. She'd screwed up and he hadn't helped by laughing. Her words of "do over" were a fair point. Xi smirked and plopped his hand on her head lightly. "Alright, i can agree to that. On the flip side though the uniform looks good on you.""And both your legs and backside look great but your not going to catch me saying that. Because of her current situation and the fact of how much she'd shown her self up Xi fished inside one of the pouches across his chest before pulling out a couple gold mizas and tossing them to the merchant.
"keep the change. And sayren grab your things, when we get back your first lesson starts."And don't think i'm going to go easily on you just because your female, i know quite a few who can take my head off if i'm not careful. Xi removed his hand from her head and then let it slip in a half joking manner. "We may have a do over, but that image is going to stay in my head for a while."
Sayren gave Ximal a weak smile. He was giving her a do over. She could sigh in relief of it. Then she watched him toss a few gold mizas to the merchant. It puzzled her, she thought he said "she" had to buy the uniform. All is well though, she needed to keep as many saved up as she could. He said her first lesson will begin! Success as well! She was so excited for it to begin. Then came his remark. That made her narrow her eyes. Great, the master is already starting to sound like the young boys back at the pavillion. She gritted her teeth, still not quite sure what to think about with Ximal seeing her well...lower self. However, she quickly shook the thought off and followed behind Ximal. She couldn't wait for her first lesson.
Lores:Getting An @!%hole Monk At The Gate, The Nykan Way To Get Attention, Where's The Food?, Knowing When To Apologize, Horses Don't Get Houses , Ximal Likes To Brag, Tiny Women And Ale Don't Mix, Ximal Likes Going Incognito, Never Strike The Same Spot Twice, Sometimes Guts Isn't Enough, Admitted For Strength Of Character, Ximal Is A Pervert, Nyka's Got Beauracracy, Monks Are Weird, Pretty Clothes!, The Shopkeepers Are Perverts Too, Leather Underwear Is Armor, Right?, Forgetting To Stay Clothed
Items and Consequences:Everyone in the market that day now refers to Sayren as "that girl."
An amusing thread. A quick note, though: due to being so far North, Nyka's actually pretty cold as far as cities go. Not freezing, thanks to the sea, but cold. Think the East Coast of America. Other than that, and a slightly eyebrow-raising tendency to switch tenses, good work!
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