The surprise

It was already getting late, and Reghar sent word to meet her at his cabin. She had better not be late. Whatever surprise had he been planning for her? Well, she would soon see.

"So, what is this surprise you have been mentioning?" asked Valeera without any sign of subtlety.

"Right to the point. That's what I like about you." said Reghar with a smile. He walked up to a trunk and pushed it in front of Valeera.

"You got me a trunk? You really shouldn't have..." said Valeera jokingly.

"Just wait till you see it." and with that, he opened the trunk.

Valeera looked agape at the contents of it.

"That's right." said Reghar with a proud smile. "It's your new battle outfit."

Outfit was a generous term. A pretty damn generous one. It was the skimpiest leather suit she had ever seen. Slightly more than a corset, gloves and boots. And she saw some parts that she was not quite obvious what their function was.

"Where's the rest of it?" she asked puzzled at the content.

"This is all of it."

"And what's with all the red?"

"Well..." Reghar stuttered. "It's a... blood elf thing. You know. Blood elves wear all red." he shrugged.

"I'm not a blood elf." She was sick of this argument. "Blood elves are a group of elves who call themselves such. It doesn't apply to anyone with pointy ears. There are individuals, like me. I have no home and no obligation to these 'blood elves' back at home."

"Yeah-yeah, whatever. You know how this business is. Supply and demand. The fans want to see blood elf women fighting in skimpy outfits, I give them blood elf women fighting in skimpy outfits. They don't have to be blood elves." He looked Valeera up, "They don't even have to be women, for all I care."

"Har-har, very funny..." scoffed Valeera.

"Oh, come on. It will look great on you."

Valeera was rummaging through the trunk. "Where are the pants?"

"You don't need pants." said Reghar.

"This is ridiculous." Valeera tried to reason. "You even have stuff on your head, but god forbid a woman wore any pants into battle..."

"Anyone cuts your legs, I will personally make you a pair of pants for your outfit. Deal?"

"Can you even make anything out of leather?"

"I can bend the elements to my will. I can do plenty of things that would surprise you."

"Cooking is not among those..."

"That's enough of you, young lady!" Reghar'd had enough. "This is your new battlewear whether you like it or not. Try it on!"

"What? Here?"

"You can go outside, for all I care. I just want to see whether my gold was worth spending on it or not."

"Wearing that gold might have been more substantial than this..." she remarked.

"Don't try my patience."

"Fine." relented Valeera. She looked at Reghar. "But you are not going to be standing there, you are aware of that?"

"You want to drop me out of my own cabin?"

"You want me to try this outfit on for you?"

"Fine..." Reghar walked to the door. "I'll be back in a minute."

"No!" Reghar stopped and turned back. "You will wait outside until I tell you to come in." instructed Valeera.

"Ohhh, someone is very shy."

"Shut up! Don't you think you can just barge in here with me half dressed."

"You know, times like these I really question whether you are worth the hassle or not."

"And times when I'm in the pit you think I'm worth everything you have."

"Fine. I'll be outside..."

Good. If she had to dress in this flimsy 'armor', at least she could do it right. She looked at the chest piece nervously. Well, Valeera had a little secret. The busty body that made her features womanly was not entirely real. Not every woman was gifted with a pefrect figure. She had stuffed here and there. Only where it was necessary. Well, almost everywhere. You see, depsite her age Valeera had a very small frame. Even for an elf. It made her look younger. A lot younger. More like a child in human standards. She had been treated like a child for many decades, which was normal for elves, but she wanted nothing more than to be treated like the adult she was. After all, in mind she was the equal of many a human mothers. But through the years, her body failed to curve and her breasts barely developed. For crying out loud, she barely had any hair between her legs. And it was blonde, so it was basically invisible. She'd started stuffing her outfits in hopes that one day, she would grow into them and no longer need to do that. But that just never happened. That is why it was imperative that she kept all her privileges she had earned. So that she wouldn't have to share things with other slaves. She needed her personal space.

And now, she was given a flimsy outfit that was meant for her known body. Putting it on required time. This kind of thing couldn't just be rushed. If not done perfectly, she could be caught and become a laughing stock. She pushed the trunk against the door, not trusting Reghar, and slowly started undressing.

She put on the top. It was a sort of corset or leotard with padded leader added for some protection. Protection in the areas it covered, at least. And of course the front was made to enhance her cleavage. The cleavage she didn't have. Well, not without some tampering, at least. And she had to tighten it around her waist pretty badly. She was not fat, but she lacked the usual womanly hourglass shape. Her hips were no wider than her waist. Well, otherwise, it fit her well.

Of course, pants were 'unnecessary'. Her crotch was well protected, but her thighs would be completely visible to anyone. Fortunately, parts of the 'armor' covered most of her little buttcheeks as well. And she got a new belt for her daggers.

"Are you done yet?" came the voice of Reghar from outside the door.

"Not yet!" Why the hell was he urging her? She told him she would call her in once ready.

Next she put on the cape. She had never worn a cape before. Didn't see the point. At least this was short. It wouldn't get caught on objects. And it also had a hood, but the point of it eluded her. It was a hood with holes for her hair and pointy ears. Thus, making the hood completely useless. She was feeling more like she was dressing for a masquerade ball than battle.

Next came the boots. Long boots coming up to mid things, similar to the ones she'd had. Oh no! The boots had flat heels. There was a reason she preferred high heels despite the profession she had. They made her look taller. Without them, she looked tiny. Almost like a kid. Maybe she can get Reghar to buy her a new pair. Until then...Well, most denizens of Kalimdor were huge. She would have looked small either way. Those few inches were probably not noticeable.

"Are you done yet?" Reghar was getting impatient.

"Almost!" she yelled. Come on! Take a walk, will you! she thought to herself.

The gloves were decent. Once she put everything on, she stood before the full body mirror in the cabin. Why did a big, ugly orc need a full body mirror in his cabin was a question she'd rather not know the answer to. She looked at her reflection. Uh, it was so red. She used little scraps of clothing from her other outfit to fill the chest area. It looked decent. She did a few jumps in front of the mirror to see how the armor would function in battle. Well, at least it was not encumbering. Despite the fact that this was hardly a practical armor, it looked good on her. It would be a pain getting into before every battle, but it was okay.

"Now, you can come in!" she said while pulling the empty trunk away from the door. "Hello? Reghar?" She opened the door and peeked outside. It was already dark. Reghar was leaning against the nearby wall and... And he was sleeping. "Hey! HEY!" Reghar opened his eyes.

"Done already?" he asked rubbing the dream out of his eyes.

"Yes."

"Is it still the same day?" asked Reghar with a yawn.

"Har-har. Now, do you want to see it or not?"

Reghar stepped into his cabin. "What the hell took you so long..." he started, "... but damn, it looks good on you! I told you it'll be perfect."

"Well, it's... passable. But I need new boots with high heels."

"Now that you mention it, you do look smaller. He-he."

"Shut up! Get those as soon as possible."

"I've got my own bood elf now." said Reghar cheerfully.

"As long as you treat her well."

"Damn it, woman! You just locked me out of my own cabin for an hour! And you are the **** and I'm the master!"

"Do you expect me to thank you?"

"No, I am smarter than that. I expect you to wear it, take care of it, and don't you dare try dressing in my cabin ever again."

"Deal." And with that she left for her own cabin in her new outfit. It would take some getting used to, but it was surprisingly comfortable.

As she entered her cabin, the events of the day kept crawling back into her mind. An orc tried to **** her, a bearelf appeared to save her, Reghar gave her a new outfit. An eventful day. And she didn't even have to fight yet. No doubt, that would soon change. Now she just had to peel herself out of that armor before going to sleep.