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He was correct in thinking it strange the way Orin hid herself while she changed. In fact, there was little reason for it at all. Up until now she typically went without clothing or fashion except for when she amused herself with costumes. After all, she still had the yellow ball gown she had found that day in the costume shop with Mars when they lived in Cour des Miracles, as well as a few other outfits she gathered throughout the seasons. This leather work was the first piece she actually thought about and personally requested, and even then it had a function and purpose. Still, it was more of a showy piece than anything.
The cloak was deposited on the stable floor in a moment as the flighty woman let it just drop in a heap. She picked up the armor, inspecting each piece for a second while she wondered where the hell it all went. Truthfully, this was why she went around the corner. Although she was a fairly silly woman she didn't want him to see her fiddling with the armor and not knowing what to do with it, where any of it went or how to get it on right. Whether or not he could see her, though, her shadow was still cast against the wall and she made enough noise to wake the dead.
“What was that?” She said, only half paying attention. She heard Mars say something but didn't know what, and she didn't really listen for an answer either.
After some amount of struggling and bouts of noise followed by long huffs and silence, Orin finally had most of the armor on, but the final bits were proving a little difficult for the novice woman. Her task was finally too much and she walked around the corner only half clad. It seemed the skirt had gone on alright but the brunt of the trouble was with the strappy top. One shoulder pad was half off her arm (not from lack of fit but from not being situated right) and fasteners around her midsection were undone. She paced over to Mars, holding the armor at awkward places, and she leaned in a strange way to show her plight.
“A little help here maybe?” She asked as she motioned to the place that she thought all the trouble came from and leaned back to give Mars a better view. By chance it was so terribly close to the round fold of her breast. “Can you get this right? I can't figure out what the problem is...”
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