They dress themselves.

Conan drew back from Red Sonja as her cries of orgasmic climax softened to contented sighs. Sonja languidly stirred to smile at Conan with self-indulgent satisfaction, her athletically toned thighs still widely spread to brazenly display her ruddy, juice-wetted netherlips twitching and winking at Conan as the last tremors of climax still ran through the muscles lining her sheath.

"You learn quickly, Connie," Sonja praised Conan contentedly. "I have long noted your mind is sharper than the dull-witted barbarian most mistook you for. How does it feel to have satisfied a woman for the first time?"

"I have left more women satisfied than I could number," Conan shot back hotly. Her scowl, which formerly was dark and terrifying, now appeared as amusing female petulance. "Black Belit the pirate, Taramis the witch-queen and Karela the red hawk amongst them."

"True, I have heard these tales and many more besides in taverns," Sonja laughed lightly in amusement. "How your mighty and rampant cock could tame any wench, no matter how fiery and proud she might be."

Conan's pretty face reddened. She realised now, after tasting the pleasure of a wench's climax herself, that her former conquests were as much or more so, victories for her previous lovers as they had seemed to her former self. Indeed, with her new perspective, she accepted that none she had mentioned had been truly brought to heel. Rather, it was Conan that had been seduced and used for pleasure, the wenches either returning to their own path or betraying Conan for their own goals as it suited their purpose.

"Take care the wind does not change and freeze that pout upon your face, Connie," Sonja teased, rising to her feet and reaching for her scaled loincloth and scabbarded sword. "As pretty and girlish as your expression may be."

Conan also rose to her feet. She retrieved the **** silks that she had thrown to the floor in her previous fury. With some difficulty, she fitted the unfamiliar gossemer thin garments to her voluptuous female body. Her heavy breasts were barely supported by the silken halter, her dark nipples clearly visible as prominent hard points through the gauzy material. The strip of silk hanging from a soft white girdle that covered her sex likewise scarcely concealed her plump dark netherlips, a ripe pubic mound split by a tight crease obvious to any whose gaze lingered.