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Chapter 87 by Wulfblade Wulfblade

Do you make an effort?

Nah who cares

After mucking about with the straps a bit, which just don't seem to fit on right no matter how you tighten them, you decide 'to heck with it', and just halfheartedly fling all the clothes on, and pop the coat over it.

The dust settles and the world begins moving again.

..dare!" Evellyn finishes exclaiming, before letting out a yelp borne out of your favorite cocktail of embarrassment, weariness and frustration, as she throws her arms across her exposed boobs and crotch with such a velocity she nearly flings herself off the box she's sitting on.

Meanwhile the guard is perplexed, finding herself clothes in Evellyn's outfit, though almost immediately one of the armorstraps flops down from her shoulder, and her pants sag all the way down to her knees. She looks a little, dazed, before reaching to pull up her breeches.

"Oi, you got what you asked for, now bugger off." You making shooing motions with your hand, and the guard starts stepping back, haltingly at first and shuffling with her pants down, before tugging them upwards and picking up speed towards the exit of the alley, thoroughly spooked and weirded out. It'll be interesting explaining where she got those clothes and what happened to her guard uniform.

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