Ava opts to steal the newcomer's clothes

Nervously, Ava glanced around the tree for an instant.

It was a woman, rather large and well-fed; must be nobility. That would explain the knight accompanying her too.

She was rather… bigger than Ava, but she had clothes, and Ava wasn’t in a position to be picky. Maybe it was cruel, but she’d always been a pragmatist.

Someone had to be coming to pick her up soon, and she refused to greet them naked.

The woman said something inaudible to her guard; Ava watched carefully, shuffling around the tree as they moved. Even unarmed she was confident in her abilities; one medieval-era thug was no issue.

Modesty was, but needs must. She closed her eyes, steeled herself, before surveying her surroundings again.

It seemed to be just the two of them. Easy pickings.

Getting the night out of his armour would take forever, and it wasn’t as though she wanted to lug around chainmail. The woman’s dress it was, no matter how oversized.

She lunged, catching them by surprise. By the time the knight had unsheathed his sword, she’d grabbed his wrist.

His eyes lingered on her for a moment. She must have been a sight; a screaming madwoman, running at him naked, every inch of her on full display. Too dumbfounded by her tits, it was even easier than she’d expected to disarm him, yanking the sword away.

She stepped back quickly and turned her attention to the noblewoman.

“You,” Ava said, lifting the sword. “Give me your dress.”

She had to wield the sword with one hand, which only gave her the one arm to cover herself. She opted to cross it over her boobs, trying to cross her legs slightly to try (and fail) to hide her cunt.

She fidgeted on the spot, trying to hide her nerves. Damn it, she didn’t want them to be seeing her like this.

The woman stared at her as though she had two heads; the man just stared.

“Now!” Ava snapped.

She waved the sword; hands shaking, the noblewoman obeyed. She slowly slipped down the sleeves, pulling her arms out with some difficulty.

Then she had to pull it up, over her head. It probably wasn’t how such a dress was meant to be put on or off, but it was all she could do without attendants.

In an unseemly fashion, the dress flopped to the floor.

The noblewoman wore what might as well have been a whole other dress beneath it. It was paler, thinner, but it covered almost as much skin. Still, she was blushing furiously.

Medieval dress codes were baffling; no wonder a nude woman running at them had caught them so off guard.

“Run,” Ava said, still pointing the sword.

She took a step c loser; and, gratefully, the man and woman obeyed.

Stabbing the sword into the ground, Ava turned her attention to the purloined garment.

It was almost twice her size, the pattern nice enough certain, and the fabric soft, but… Well, beggars couldn’t be choosers. With a last scan of the forest, Ava knelt to put it on, pulling it over her head.

The hole for the large woman’s neck fell past her shoulders. Squeaking, undignified, Ava crouched to pull it back up. This time she kept her arms pressed to her sides, trying at least to hold it up-

And it did stay up. The neck-hole was just big enough that her tits were on full display, erect in the cool air.

Ava muttered a curse, glancing around again, before finally resorting to rumpling the top up into a ball and holding it in one hand, up at the back of her neck.

Great, this was her best shot?! A dress that kept her one-handed, that she’d struggle to walk in without tripping over the hem, and that’d fall right off at the slightest breeze?

There was a reason she preferred pantsuits.