“Does your father know what your armor looks like?” Harmon asked, his grin matching with the twin’s as Lydia exited her room.
“I sure hope not. I don’t want to give the old man a heart attack.” Dia snorted as she tightened her belt and centered the skull and crossbones death ward buckle. “I have a formal set too, with the Dire Beavers insignia...but this isn’t a competition. No need to rep the guild. I’m not even sure I want to renew my membership this year. I was only keeping it because of the extra buffs, but since there’s not a branch here it’s kind of moot.”
She was wearing fishnet stockings, her standard moto boots, and a black pleather shorts-length bodysuit with a zipper that went all the way down her center to where her belt rested over her belly button. Her goggles were pushed b
