Taking his clothes

Kyrie quickly got the boot on the man's left foot untied and carefully pulled it off. She just as hastily did the same the boot on his right foot and pulled that one away as well.

As soon as the boots were in her bag, Kyrie moved on to the gauntlets on the man's hands. These were a little harder to figure out, since it wasn't immediately clear how this thing was fastened, but the mischievous lady eventually figured it out and removed them. She even went to the trouble of removing his shoulder pauldron, as much as a pain in the ass it was to get off.

Kyrie stood back up and took a deep breath before crouching again. "Okay, here we go..." she said to herself as she moved on to the man's shirt... though, technically, it was a vest. She grabbed the hem of it and very carefully maneuvered it around the man's torso as to wake him and pulled it over his head, exposing his bare chest. 'Wow...' Kyrie admired his physique silently. 'He certainly takes care of himself...'

Placing his shirt into her bag, she finally moved on to his pants. She was confused as to why he would have such a big belt buckle, but it didn't matter. That just meant she would have more gil from selling it! Just like with his shirt, Kyrie very carefully moved the garment around the man's legs to ensure that he would stay as out cold as necessary. After a minute or two, she had finally managed to pull the man's pants down to his ankles and, one leg after the other, pulled them completely off of his legs.

His pants now in her possession, Kyrie quickly stored the garment in her bag, along with the rest of his clothes. With that ordeal out of the way, she zipped her bag up and started to walk towards the exit of the church when a thought entered her mind.

She looked back at the **** man. He had been stripped down to nothing except his black underwear, the rest of his toned body on display for anyone who wanted to look. Kyrie mentally counted out how much gil she would accumulate from selling the man's clothes as it stood.

Her eyes then traveled down the man's body and stopped at his black boxer briefs. She bit her lip and the thought in her head became more prevalent. 'Do I dare...?' she asked herself.