[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: DEAR NAME ~ IU]
Kitanna, now sitting alone on the table, held her chest, the soft touch of Nix's fingers still lingering on her skin. Her face warmer than the candlelight, she took a little time to catch her breath before changing her dress to the ones Nix gave her.
The upper clothing had a belt, which she strapped tightly around her waist, pulling her pants up a little, but she let the shirt cover it. Kitanna tied her hair in a small bun, then she fixed her sword, which she carried along with her on her waist side. Her dressing was more like a personal guard to a noble person.
