Twisted Passion | Open

After countless adventures, insurmountable legendary heroics, numerous near-death experiences and a couple handfuls of egoistic maniacs trying to take over the world by harnessing the power of ancient artefacts, never in a million freaking years would Elayne ever thought she'd be asking someone for help - and because of a stupid outfit, no less.

It'd be an understatement if she admitted to being disappointed with this side of herself. Hardly being considered feminine and elegant, with the only feminine part about her being her female genitalia and the only elegance that surrounded her entire being revolved around her passion for what it is she does, if you'd even consider that elegance to begin with.

"I really am sorry.." Honestly, there hasn't been a time in her life where she felt more useless than she was right then. Well, maybe not that time where she had to look on as crazed cultists pushed her father off a 100 foot drop down to the shallow seas below while she's being detained, but it was close. Back then, at least she could have tried. This.. This was on a level of difficulty beyond her comprehension- an accomplishment way beyond her capabilities. "I-Its just.. I'm not used to wearing dresses. Especially complicated frill-dominant versions such as these, even though I must say it suits you."

The brunette shifted her gaze throughout the small stall, trying everything she could to not make eye contact with the other female. The albino had a point there, though it wouldn't be qualified as a wrong-doing, there were certainly no ways for them to avoid the awkwardness as a result of her request. Still, it was for the best, and it would end up saving the both of them a fair amount of time, in spite of how her savior could just choose to leave.

At this point, the girl was clad in nothing but her standard-issue undergarments, thus inadvertently showing off her somewhat muscular frame. Her womanly curves were definitely evident as well, but a majority of her skin was covered with either remnants of healed up scars, or scars that are still in the process of healing. "P-Please do let me know if I should assume any positions to make this easier."

And less awkward, please dear God, please bring the level of awkwardness down.

A girl should be used to wearing a dress. Yes, that was an undeniable fact, but not everyone had the privilege to actually wear one. Despite hailing from a family whose funds resemble that of a bottomless pit of doom, she hasn't really found interest in those kinds of things, and her father had always given her the freedom to do whatever it is she sees fit.

"Envy..?" The first thought that popped into Elayne's mind when she heard that was how she imagined males to be envious of females in dresses. Did males wish to look good in those garments as well? It wasn't uncommon, right? The Scottish wore kilts, which are basically skirts. In medieval times, men were known to wear frilly clothing as well, so in a sense, they weren't as rare as society makes it to be. "Well.. surely I cannot deny that, as history has proven it to be true."

"I-I wouldn't really mind.. if you have to touch me to make things easier." She exclaimed, her cheeks getting progressively redder by the second. Truth be told, she hadn't really gotten this intimate with anyone before, especially not with a stranger she had just met. "Again.. I.. I truly am sorry about this.. for my.. incompetence with such articles of clothing. I know I should be used to it, being a girl and all, but.. I've never really had to wear dresses before."

Tensions rose fairly quickly, and the overall atmosphere within the bathroom stall heated up, so you can imagine how little positivity it held on the young archaeologist, after hoping that her words would at least make things less awkward. It seemed that her lack of skill when it came to conversing with another human being factored into the sudden outburst from the albino female, and she knew that well enough, but it didn't really stop her from getting progressively disappointed with herself. Disappointed with the need of another person's aid in such trivial matters; disappointed that when she did receive the aid she's looking for, she couldn't take advantage of it and was forced to rely on that very same person once more; and disappointed at how she's handling the entire situation.

Normally, Elayne's a cheery and happy individual, as evident by her reactions when the two first met, but with each passing second, she felt more and more hopeless. She's fought mummies, cannibalistic tribesmen, power-obsessed maniacs and all that, and yet she's currently being defeated and downright humiliated by a piece of fabric.

"I'm sorry.. I'm.. I'm just really.. sorry.." Never had she imagined failing to this degree. Though she doesn't have the memory capacity within her to remember the last time she cried, her watery eyes right now told the entire story of how she felt. And once she realizes she's crying- or is about to, it would only serve to fuel the flames of despair burning brightly within the girl's consciousness.