"If you wanted different garments though, all you had to do was ask." I noted. "I'm sure Lymarith would be happy to make you actual garments more in your style, instead of these improvised scraps."

"Will you just do it already?" She demanded curtly.

I raised a brow. "Do what exactly?"

"Anything!" She snapped loudly, "Beat me! Chain me! Starve me! Rape me! Whatever it is you're going to do, just get it over with!"

The door to the hall opened and Creadean rushed in, fully clothed and ready. During her small tirade, Ki'Amura's arms had shifted and the naked blade in her hand was now visible to my battle...