Raven snickered soon after, "Is Master shy? Fear not, Master, I, the great Raven, is not ashamed of her body! Nudity is our most natural self."
"Spoken like a true nudist. You really believe that shit?" Altair asked, studying Raven's perky breasts, thin waist, and wide hips. But more than that, her eyes seemed so serene. So carefree, he felt a little bothered, if not jealous.
They were soft like the winds, so ephemeral he feared if he looked away, they lose their luster.
"Of course!" she pointed to her feet. " Those foot prisons seem so stifling. How do you all do it?"
"Foot Prisons?" he tilted his head, mulling what she said over. "You mean shoes?"
Raven nodded. "Yeah. Those things. Gods, I hate those things. Worse thing mankind ever made."
Altair froze, his expression turning rather unusual, "wait a sec, could you always go into human form?"
