Plate Armor → Armored Wedding Dress

{reveal "AN (Probably a buzzkill note)"}[ AN: . . . 8 months already, and there was such a warm welcome back too. Time and fatigue suck, man. S'why I'm swapping focus to a blank slate (my first original) for the most part. I'll still be updating here periodically but... Something about this one - probably the sheer pending changes (glances at other parties) - it's not even that. It's just openart became such pos to work with about this story halfway through and it just slowly wore me down. The newer chapters with Esme that rely on novelai's image gen are easier for me to put together because it's less irritating but so much content is tied to openart for its aesthetic it feels dishonest to swap off of. I'm sorry. ]{endreveal}

Let's play around a bit. I'm in her bedroom and she's my 'queen-knight,' flashing her panties, so obviously there's a certain type of relationship there but... let's lean into it more, hm?

'Plate Armor' becomes 'Armored Wedding Dress.'

Arma's knightly (and impractical) half-plate seems to thin and recede until it's some kind of reinforced cloth. Her fauld becomes a white overskirt, below which the blue skirt she lifts remains. Her boots become a pair of silvery sandals, and in general... well, just as much is covered but now what was a knight's half-plate is at a glance a particularly robust and abbreviated wedding dress.

There's not a lot to say here, really. Where to go from here?

(ruler of decadent perverted sex kingdom, (viewer's) queen-knight, blue hair, braided hair, innocent expression, tilted head, one hand forward, kneeling forward on one knee, armored wedding dress, lifting skirt, tiara, queen's bedroom)