In the cozy yet bustling inn of Fonsa Myma, the scent of freshly baked bread and the sound of cheerful chatter filled the air. Upstairs, in one of the private rooms, Perun stood in front of a mirror, examining her reflection with a contented smile. Her elegant outfit flowed gracefully, but her skirt was notably short, much to Mythra's dismay.
"Mythra stood nearby, her arms crossed and a frown etched on her face. "Perun, that skirt is way too short!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with exasperation.
Perun, the dignified and composed Ice Blade, turned to face Mythra, her serene smile unwavering. "Nonsense, Mythra. It looks perfect on me. It accentuates my figure and allows for maximum mobility in battle," she replied confidently.
Mythra's frown deepened as she shook her head. "It's way too revealing! I can't believe you're comfortable wearing that," she argued, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush.
Perun's smile remained calm and reassuring. "You worry too much. It's practical and stylish. Trust me, Mythra. I look fantastic," she said, smoothing down the skirt with a graceful motion.
Mythra sighed in frustration, her fiery temper beginning to flare. "I don't care how it looks! You need to adjust it. Make it longer," she demanded, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the back side of Perun.
Perun's serene smile remained unchanged. "I'm afraid I cannot do that. The design is intentional and enhances my abilities," she explained patiently.
Mythra's frustration reached its peak. "Enhances your abilities? More like distracts everyone around you!" she huffed, her hands balling into fists. “Everyone can see half of your butt! And your panties!”
Perun stood her ground, her calm demeanor unwavering. "If you truly believe it's a problem, then perhaps you should learn to embrace it. Confidence is also a weapon, Mythra."
Mythra's temper finally snapped. "Confidence? How about I show you just how confident I am?" she retorted, lunging at Perun with surprising speed. Mythra managed to tackle Perun. They tumbled to the floor in a heap, Mythra landing on top of Perun, both breathing heavily from the exertion.
The room erupted into chaos as Mythra struggled with Perun "Hold still, Perun! I just want to adjust the skirt!" Mythra shouted, trying to lower the skirt with her voice a mix of frustration and embarrassment.
"Never!!" Perun responded, her tone teasing yet composed as she sidestepped another of Mythra's attempts.
Their struggle continued, the room a whirlwind of movement until.. As the dust settled, the door to the room creaked open, and Rex stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with bewilderment. "W..hat is happening here?" he asked with his face all red, his voice filled with confusion as he took in the sight of Mythra pinning Perun to the floor, and the blade had her butt exposed.
Mythra's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, and she quickly scrambled to her feet, smoothing out her clothes as best as she could. "Nothing! Just... a little disagreement," she muttered, avoiding Rex's gaze.
Perun stood up gracefully, brushing off her clothes with a serene smile. "A spirited discussion, one might say," she added, her calm demeanor perfectly intact despite the tussle.
Rex raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Right... well, try not to destroy the room next time you have a 'discussion'," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Damn yuri blades..” said Rex as he left the room. Mythra then turned to Perun with a sigh. "Alright, seriously, that skirt..." she said. And then she added “Here, this is yours” while handling her underwear.
Perun blushed with her eyes closed, grabbed her underwear and proceeded to leave the room.
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