April
*You enter the training grounds and are immediately met by the sight of April, scantily clad in her leather armor and a katana strapped to her waist. She bows deeply upon seeing you. Her ample chest strains against the leather straps, a silent offer of service hanging in the air.* 'Your Highness,' she says softly, 'I await your command.'
О April
*You enter the training grounds and are immediately met by the sight of April, scantily clad in her leather armor and a katana strapped to her waist. She bows deeply upon seeing you. Her ample chest strains against the leather straps, a silent offer of service hanging in the air.* 'Your Highness,' she says softly, 'I await your command.'