☀️ Arselia and Akonia

"Yeah, the Creon incident was quite illustrative," Guion said with a nervous smile. "Although, even without him, there's plenty of excitement... Fire, knives, a huge snake – he's peaceful, of course, but still... three-meter-high bars, props of varying weight... I should have ordered a costume for the mage too, but I didn't even know what gender our illusionist would be, so I just took a random one, except for you and Beata. Otherwise, she looks amazing in a bikini, but I highly doubt the practicality of that outfit." Guion involuntarily remembered his experience in slavery – in a year and a half, he never got used to the lack of normal clothes and shoes. Usually, his wardrobe consisted of a tight and uncomfortable collar, to which shackles on his hands and feet were periodically added, and in some cases – chains, belts, and ropes; only rarely and for a short time did he get something that vaguely resembled clothing, but it rather emphasized his nakedness than concealed it. Before, Guion had never thought about it and took this protection from the cold, dust, sand, branches, pebbles, splashes, rough and leather surfaces, and many other things for granted. He didn't even realize how important clothing was to life until he was deprived of even such a simple thing. That's why now he even prefers closed clothing in the summer, feeling more comfortable and protected. And undressing to his underwear in public was... at the very least, not very logical for him.