Yes some of the lighter suits

Looking in the direction of Cassia's gesture you see several different suits of armor. Two of the suits were the armor worn by the Knights of Apollo, gleaming breast plates, peaked shoulder guards and skirts on chain that protected the thighs of the warriors. Sitting under these suits were the tall greaves that protected the shins and calves and ended in points above the knees. These were the suits of your fantasies, but not only did they look far too big to fit on your slender frame, but you doubted you had the strength to carry that much metal on your travel worn frame.

Next to the gleaming outfits you saw more mundane suits of reinforced leather that had multiple buckles and straps so they could be adjusted to fit many different sizes.

"How about these?" you ask Cassia as you feel the weight of the thick leather breastplate in your hand. Cassia is nodding as she moves to your side,

"These are the suits that I wore the other times we entered the catacombs." her eyes find yours in the cool blue light of the room, and you feel a renewed sense of confidence as you see her trust in you. Taking two sets of quilted clothing from shelves behind the leather suits she continues "We always put on these suits in our rooms at the temple under our robes so the armor wouldn't chafe..." she hesitates as she looks around the small open chamber "... I'll change over there if you want to change by the ladder."

You realize at once that you will both have to remove all of your outer clothing in order to wear the padded clothing. You have on nothing under your pants and tunic, and Cassia had worn nothing under blouse and skirt. Feeling uncertain about how you should act you take the quilted garments from her you turn quickly away hoping to hide the tent in your pants from her before it grows any more noticeable.

As you fumble with your rope belt in silence you can hear the rustle of clothing coming off Cassia's body as she starts changing as well. Your worn pants drop to the floor and you pull your tunic up over your shoulders. Standing completely naked in the small room you shake out the quilted pants and shirt and picture Cassia's naked body in your mind. As you remember the soft curve of her thigh and the round breasts that sat high on her chest the urge to peak at her is overwhelming. You turn your body slightly and glance over your shoulder hoping for a glimpse of her shapely curves, instead, what you see makes you gasp slightly in surprise.