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Your feet shifting towards the back of the now moving train. Both of the female faces flush with disappointment. Your unsteady feet taking you down to an empty booth. As your ass got ready to sit. A man in a white tuxedo grip your arm before you sat.

You turn to him. "What the big deal?"

He were a tall mixed race man. You couldn't tell which nationalities while he spoke. "We need to get you fitted for your armor. Please come with me."

You nod following to the compartment next door. Inside of the room were beautiful hosts helping women and men pick the right outfit for Westeros. A pale female host ran a finger down a female left breasts as she whisper what would be perfect for the human female slender body type.

The mix host said. "Do you need my or a female to help you choose your outfit? Or would you like to search for one by yourself?"