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A/N: Written for LiveJournal's SpringKink comm and their March 13, 2010 prompt of 'Rita/Estelle - funky outfits - 'I really don't think that I can fight in this.'
Bouquets to my betas, Empatheia and Ranuel.
Warnings: Bouncing bosoms and stunned swordsmen.
Fashion Victim
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"I don't know, Rita... I really don't think that I can fight in this!" Estelle fussed, wringing her gloved hands as she looked at herself in a full-length mirror.
The red-haired mage cast a critical eye over the other young woman's clothing as she preened in front of second mirror. "It's definitely different than your usual outfit. How does it feel?"
"Drafty." Rita burst out laughing, and Estelle's bright pink cheeks put her pale hair to shame. "I don't know how Judith does it!" she protested, her hands flying upwards to cover the plunging décolletage of the skimpy top before she protectively wrapped her naked arms around her equally bare middle. Long, slim legs usually hidden by a bell-shaped skirt and trousers were displayed to advantage by a pair of extremely brief shorts.
Chuckling, Rita waved her hand towards the stand holding Estelle's sword and shield. "Why don't you try out a few moves before you decide?"
Estelle tugged on the scalloped neckline of the short-sleeved bodice in a vain attempt to gain more coverage before hefting her weapon. Taking up a stance, she took a few experimental swings before checking to make sure nothing had popped out. Reassuring herself that her modesty was (mostly) intact, Estelle critically inspected her reflection. "I mean, honestly! How am I supposed to defeat someone dressed like this?" she huffed and tried out another series of feints and parries. She was executing a low swipe just as the shop door swung open.
"Are you girls ready to guhhh...." Yuri's jaw went slack as he gazed at Estelle, who appeared innocent of both the effect she was having as well as the reason why. The young woman's bosom was remarkably enhanced by the two-handed grip she had on her sword, her breasts on the verge of fully escaping their fabric restraints. Rendered incapable of coherent speech, Yuri continued staring at Estelle, his masculine admiration plainly evident until even the naive young woman noticed.
Rita looked from the gaping swordsman to the blushing princess and back again before rolling her eyes. "Looks like you don't even need a sword, Estelle... to knock off some opponents, anyways."
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