High Heels (Bard) (Chaotic Good)

What to Expect: reveling in your strength, your beauty, and your voice, and refusing to be silenced. Exhibitionism, group sex, and other slutty shenanigans

Among all the dazzling weaponry, there's some eccentric items. This almost seems like a Collection of Curiosity than a proper armory. Or perhaps it's just being used for multiple purposes. You're not really here to find out. One of the oddest things in this assortment also turns out to be something with which you are the most familiar. Footwear. Nothing else stood out here as clothing, but there sat a pair of shoes. With a high heel placement, they were clearly made for a feminine figure like yours, the golden sheen denoted a taste of class and wealth. Or, at least, someone trying to provide that appearance.

Using such things was a practiced skill, one that most males did not understand or properly appreciate. Even more so, the ability to dance or move about in them denoted an expert. Someone such as yourself. Though your strong orc feet and legs were well suited to practically any environment, you were also comfortable enough with heels like this, having practiced thoroughly in dance and song. The Bard's College in Linthalia provided you a thorough education in such matters, and some other matters of performance and pleasing a crowd. Traveling through your memories provided a temporary distraction from the current plight.

Since nobody else was using them, you decided to have them for yourself. As you sat on the cold stone floor and began to put them on, you began to recall more details of your experiences there. Even a society where seemingly everything is tolerated, an Orcish Bard and dancer was a surprise to many, and not always a welcome one. Their chiding and dismissal, suggesting your kind were unsuited for the arts, strengthened your will, and your spine. That you later realized their outward dismissal usually was a mask to hide their shameful desire of you granted you even greater confidence.

Getting up from a seated position with your new footwear on required some effort, even with your skill and familarity with them. Moving your body around, you closed your eyes as you moved to get your feet under you, and than quickly lift yourself up. As you stood and opened your eyes, you found yourself still on a cobbled stone floor, but no longer in that strange space. You found yourself where you thought you should be, in the familiar streets of one of the larger cities of the Menessian League. Though on the other side of the world from Linthalia, it too had a fairly metropolitan composition. More secluded, and more dangerous, it had need of those with a sense of culture, and a sense of adventure, like you.

Little did you know just what kind of a name you would end up making for yourself, now that you've arrived.