Punished by the pressure plate puzzle

Fiorayne walked a few stiff, awkward steps forward, before deciding to tear the bandage off and sprint through the doors and into the dark hallway. She didn’t doubt that she was providing plenty of “research material” to the winged watchers in the wings, the metal scale of her top clinking and jingling as the jiggling breasts beneath them bounced them up and down. The loincloth was holding in place, in the front at least, even as her strides cause the fabric underneath to wedge themselves even further beyond her comfort. The same couldn’t be said for the sheet of chain mail in the back, flapping aside with every other stride to show the firm, flexing cheeks possessed by the sort of woman who could run at such speeds without losing her breath.

She was moving with such speed, in fact, that she had to slide to a halt when she came upon the dead end stone wall where there should have been the door to the final chamber. As she stopped, and before her confusion could boil over into fuel for more anger, the heel of her foot, at the very end of her slide, came down onto a stone brick which depressed under her weight. There was a soft click, and a chorus of scrapes as a number of bricks on the wall receded- a perfect line of them, in fact, but it only left a hole not even a foot off the ground. Fiorayne stood back, carefully adjusting her stance- and her outfit, seeing how jostled it had gotten by her sprinting- and took a look at the floor where she could just barely tell the difference between the solid bricks and more pressure plates. One directly ahead of her, more to either side… she had to be close to tell, but even immediately around her she could tell there were more buttons than there were brick segments she’d need to clear, which meant many of them did something, anything else.

“Of course…” Fiorayne muttered. She’d been frustrated since she set out, but she’d come out of each challenge with a new head of steam to plow through the next! It hasn’t entirely worked out the same for each obstacle, but she’d kept up momentum that had carried her through! Now though, she was denied the chance to keep charging, and had to puzzle out which pressure plates would present her with a path, with no apparent indication as to which buttons did what. In short, a trial of trial and error. Fiorayne centered herself, teeth still gritted as she realized she was being kept in her costume for even longer, and cautiously made her way through the plates. They wouldn’t have put two correct plates right next to each other, she reasoned and so she very reasonably put her foot down on a panel two rows away.

Fwip. An arrow whizzed past her head as she reared back just in time, avoiding any bodily harm but taking the tiniest of nicks to the straps of her top, not that there was much fabric to spare… but Fiorayne couldn’t stop to check, as her dodge put her back foot on another panel, and suddenly she was rolling forward to avoid a patch of the ceiling dropping from above. Her roll took her across another few panels, and out popped a bear trap, a set of spikes, a buzz saw- Oh, and one that was for the door!- before she landed standing up on another panel, which did nothing but send a gust of wind up between her legs, showing off how far the acrobatics had wedged the thong into her intimate area. With a grunt and a blush, Fiorayne stepped off of it, ready to try again, only to notice the tatters on the ground around the buzzsaw as it reversed.

Her cartwheel out of danger had apparently been too much for her battle damaged bra, and it broke under the strain of trying to contain her chest and fell victim to gravity, and also an extremely sharp rotating blade. Fiorayne swore at the chorus of hoots that echoed around her, and brought an arm up to cover her bare breasts, heaving and covered in a sheen of sweat from the day’s exertions. Looking at the doorway, it was only half open— but maybe that would be enough.

It has to be enough! Fiorayne decided, I can’t put up with this any longer! The Royal Knight ran for the half-finished finish line, outpacing the traps that popped up underfoot too late to catch her. The bricks began sliding closed- is someone watching after all?!- and so Fiorayne dove to make it underneath, just as the bricks snapped shut behind her. Behind her… bare behind? Fiorayne gasped, turning onto her back to see her bottoms, scant as they were, pooled uselessly around her ankles, the rear flap of chain mail caught between the shuttered stone. As Fiorayne went to try and pull the garment free, she heard from the other side a fluttering,and the scraping of talons on wings, before seeing a glimpse of orange through the minuscule crack and feeling something pulling her pants in the opposite direction. Fiorayne grabbed them, and pulled hard; overpowering the bird was easy, but the fabric itself lost the battle against the forces fighting over it, and Fiorayne went sprawling backwards with a scrap of thing metal rings in her hand, left in darkness as the stone managed to slide all the way shut.

Even in the dark, Fiorayne crossed her legs, eyes shut as she tried to compose herself. She was a Royal Knight! And even a disrobed Royal Knight needed to carry themself with pride, and with… well, as much dignity as was left to them.

When I stand, she thought to herself, I will not be blushing. I will not shudder like a newborn Kelbi as I walk, confidently, to claim what I am owed for this ordeal.

…I will still cover myself, while I am not actively in danger.

Fiorayne opened her eyes and picked herself up off the floor. In the darkness of the enclosed hall, she could see a faint glow coming from a doorway in the distance, and began striding towards it, as confidently and as dignified as she could manage to be.

Rolled an 8!

Outfit durability: 0/28 (Bare naked!)