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[Demetria]

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The bandages she'd found and so gleefully wrapped herself didn't quite work out. In fact, later that night after training and during a conversation with her friend Ciara, Demetria passed out cold from the inability to breathe properly. Coming to with her robe open and the bandages cut free from her upper torso proved to be one of the most humiliating things Deme had ever experienced. It had felt like every set of eyes in Umbra was there, though really she knew that wasn't so. Ciara, bless her heart, had taken it upon herself to order something called 'corsets' for Demetria--and matching underpants. Ciara calling them 'panties' truly disturbed Demetria, though just why she did not know. So as to not hurt Ciara's feelings, Demetria kept the thought to herself that such a thing sounded truly ridiculous to her--who cared about such things? It wasn't like someone was actually going to see this stuff!

A few days later, Demetria stopped at Darkweave and picked up the undergarments. The lead tailor there fitted her up (much to her horror) and sent Demetria on her way--she had declined to put on the bottom piece and assured the woman she did know how to operate such articles of clothing. No more than fifty bolts had flown from her bow, nor an hour past, when Demetria went to her rented room. Panting, she cut the damnable thing from her body. Better to destroy the thing than to again humiliate herself, this time asking for help getting herself out of this contraption. Though she had no intention of ever wearing such a torture device again, she couldn't quite bring herself to throw them away, though the idea of burning them had crossed her mind. Into a dresser they went.

Not so long after banishing the garments, Demetria happened to find herself spending time in the company of the Matriarch. She figured, who better to ask about such personal things. Why, if she couldn't talk to Ceinwyn about this type of thing then truly there was nobody. So it was, she blurted out "Matriarch, is there a potion to make boobs go away?"

After a moment of silence, Ceinwyn responded by asking in a voice that never once betrayed humor, "Your own, or somebody else's?"

"Mine," replied the girl as she rolled the idea of making someone else's parts diminish around in her mind.

The answer was a no, as far as Ceinwyn knew there was no such thing. Then the topic of corseting came up again, to which Demetria vehemently protested. Then binding was mentioned, and Demetria was forced to admit her foible in that area. But the Matriarch did not laugh at her, nor did she punish her for her own stupidity. She simply informed Deme there was a right way and a wrong way to do this. In fact, Ceinwyn declared that she would see to it that Demetria had a servant of her own to tend the situation.

Later That Day

Demetria received a wisp from the Matriarch, requesting her presence at a slave auction being held in Serpent's Hold. She did as she was asked, and sat at the table with Ciara, while Ceinwyn made herself busy bidding on the slaves. Much to her dismay, the slaves were one man after the next. Finally, females were offered. The Matriarch pointed out the slave she had in mind for the task of helping Demetria, and Demetria gave a mute nod. She knew nothing of what made a good slave or a bad one; she only knew her own experiences as the slave she once was for Umbra. It seemed there were plenty of beatings and punishments during those dark times. Demetria reminded herself that she probably deserved the punishments, and skilfully steered her thoughts away from that topic.

Up and up went the price of the pretty female slave, and Demetria resigned herself to the fact that it was not meant to be. A few moments later, Demetria realized that Ceinwyn was urging the group plus one through a portal. Ceinwyn had won the bidding! Her name was Takoda, and she was so pretty and different looking. She said she was from away, though just where Demetria was unclear about. Much to the delight of the Umbran women, this person had a good understanding of Demetria's situation and how to fix it.

When she heard Ciara asking Takoda to 'pretty her up every now and then', Demetria fumed. A few words were exchanged between the two, Ciara refusing to back down. She kept saying it didn't hurt to be pretty, and looking good made a person feel good. This infuriated Demetria to no end. What need had she of being pretty or frilly? What purpose did such lunacy serve? That sounded like something a woman from Luna would say!

Not for the first time in her life, she found herself declaring "I'm an archer! I don't need to be pretty!"