Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaked
Who: Emilia Galmar, Reno
When: Saturday of naked week
Where: A corridor on the second floor
Summary: Emilia's trying to keep her modesty. Reno's being his perverted self.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, lewdness and naked bodies.
The nakedness test had been traumatising for Emilia. Although she'd worked with orphans and seen a god few male children running round in various states of undress, there was a world of difference between a childish body and that of a grown man's. There was a world of difference between what children and adults would do when naked too. Naked children, if they thought about their nakedness, found it an amusing way to break the rules. Naked men... they were disgusting. Perverted. Far too happy to show what they had and how it worked. She'd seen things she hadn't expected to find out about until her wedding night and as far as she as concerned now, that night could wait a whole lot longer. Her father would probably be pleased to hear that she'd been put off the idea of actually running away with the first man who charmed her. If he ever recovered from the shock that his daughter had been languishing in the nude in front of well over a hundred strangers.
She'd managed to make some coverings for herself out of fabric ripped off of the futon, binding her breasts and wrapping her hips to cover the most forbidden parts. She still felt far too exposed though, with her waist and thighs and arms on show and the knots holding her scraps threatening to undo at any minute. It was enough for when she was lying low in her room, but there was no way she'd risk running into people in this state.
And so that was why, in the middle of the afternoon, she decided to commando-crawl along the hallway with her mattress on her back, heading slowly for the cafeteria.
When: Saturday of naked week
Where: A corridor on the second floor
Summary: Emilia's trying to keep her modesty. Reno's being his perverted self.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, lewdness and naked bodies.
The nakedness test had been traumatising for Emilia. Although she'd worked with orphans and seen a god few male children running round in various states of undress, there was a world of difference between a childish body and that of a grown man's. There was a world of difference between what children and adults would do when naked too. Naked children, if they thought about their nakedness, found it an amusing way to break the rules. Naked men... they were disgusting. Perverted. Far too happy to show what they had and how it worked. She'd seen things she hadn't expected to find out about until her wedding night and as far as she as concerned now, that night could wait a whole lot longer. Her father would probably be pleased to hear that she'd been put off the idea of actually running away with the first man who charmed her. If he ever recovered from the shock that his daughter had been languishing in the nude in front of well over a hundred strangers.
She'd managed to make some coverings for herself out of fabric ripped off of the futon, binding her breasts and wrapping her hips to cover the most forbidden parts. She still felt far too exposed though, with her waist and thighs and arms on show and the knots holding her scraps threatening to undo at any minute. It was enough for when she was lying low in her room, but there was no way she'd risk running into people in this state.
And so that was why, in the middle of the afternoon, she decided to commando-crawl along the hallway with her mattress on her back, heading slowly for the cafeteria.