The End

Free to pursue their own goals, Sadarth's cities prospered. She had to intervene from time to time, to make certain no one arose who would challenge her rule, which meant quashing anyone who couldn't share power with his or her fellows. Each developed a respectable merchant fleet on its own and, under her orders, a respectable army. Ten years after Kargath first imposed his conditions on her, she was ready.

That was what it was all about, after all. Kargath froze the army of paladins at her gates, and would keep it frozen as long as she stayed naked. So she stripped down to buy time, and now she had her own army to trample it into dust with.

She had summoned a **** more than sufficient to destroy the paladin army at her gates, and had commissioned a fine silken dress of rich purple with gold accents. To unfreeze the army and make it ****, after all, she would have to put something on.

Through her scrying-stone, she was able to perceive the armies moving. When they were in position, the time came at last to put some clothes on. Putting the dress on did not come naturally, after a decade nude, but it happened after some doing.

By the time she was quite set, the battle had started. Her heavy foot marched ahead in careful formations, against a foe which had just awoken from a decade frozen, not prepared for battle. Had they been prepared at all, it would have been for a single sorceress, not another army. Sadarth's satisfaction was only offset by all of the itches and pressures she had forgotten after a decade.

Watching the paladin army collapse, Sadarth wondered what the point of getting the smoothest fabric available if she could still feel it on her skin. The dress was terribly tight, besides.

She was nervous about something, desperately waiting for the battle to be over. What did she have to be nervous about? The result was assured.

Indeed, it only took a few moments more for the paladins to be crushed utterly. The entire **** was gone, but the nervousness was still there. The discomfort.

It occurred to Sadarth what a fool she was being. She had to be dressed for the paladins to be defeated, and she had enjoyed a decade in the nude.

I enjoyed it? I did. I enjoyed it. Sadarth finally admitted. It was a massive weight off her. She enjoyed being naked and she wanted to stay naked.

Perhaps more importantly, it would be voluntary now. She wouldn't be exposed by some demon's curse, but because she wanted to be nude and had the power to demand that her nakedness be respected.

She tore off the fine dress with a smile. She was Sadarth the Nude, and nude she would stay, happily.