Tight and impractical

The first thing Lightning became aware of was the sense of restriction. She shifted, and found even the length of her step was less than half what it normally was.

She looked down and saw something that more resembled a ballgown than any kind of armour. Frills, a tight skirt, slightly eyebrow-raising cleavage, and sleeves over her upper-arm that felt like they were constricting her movement even more.

Incredulously, she looked back over to Hope.

Even beyond the fact it was far too girly and the antithesis of her style…

“I can’t fight in this,” Lightning said. “It feels like it’s going to rip just by taking a step.”

“Give it a try,” Hope said. “Maybe less with the physical attacks, but the enchantment in that is geared towards magic. You should have access to a fire spell.”

Lightning frowned, then gave a weary sigh. Might as well try it out; she’d become as adept with magicks as she had been with her blade, before all this began.

She waved her hand, gesturing towards an empty corner of the pale white interior of the Ark. There was a sudden roar of flame, an inferno that made her step back, and stumble within the hem of the dress.

“Ok,” Lightning said reluctantly. “Maybe it has it uses.”

She still cringed at the style, but at least it had some practical benefit.

“I’ll give it a try,” Lightning said. She moved back to the teleporter; “Send me to the Wildlands. Sounds like there’s more to do there.”

Her walk was a little awkward; still, she’d have to get used to it. She shook her head, shaking off the disorientation the teleport could cause, and walked out into the woodland.

Given the importance of her mission, he could hardly prioritise her fashion sense.

Ah! Bloody heels. She groaned, opting instead to snap the heels off; she couldn’t be expected to walk through the woods in those, no matter what Bhunivelze thought.

She’d barely made it a handful of steps before something reared out of the woods at her; she waved her hand and knocked it back with a wave of fire. The monsters native to this forest could be a problem.

That one was dealt with at least. And-

Another leapt at her. That time, acting on instinct, she kicked it away-

And heard a sudden, distinct tear. After a quick spell, making sure she’d gotten rid of the creature, she glanced down.

Her skirt was torn, completely, hem to waist and beyond. At least she had a bit more freedom of movement, but damn, she knew it was impractical.

It was only when she took a step that her cheeks flushed; the tear was in precisely the wrong place, and as the whole thing was part of one dress it wasn’t like she could adjust it. With each step her leg pushed half of it forward, giving a clear view up her thigh and-

And her pussy, seriously, this god-given garment came without panties?! Cheeks colouring, Lightning hastily looked up.

She liked the magic, but seriously, that was the price? Even the top half of the dress felt like it constricted her movements, and no the thought of tearing that too bore on her mind. She could hardly be a Savior if she flashed her cunt with every step.