Demonic Pornstar System

Luna’s new armor was sleek, purple-lined stormweave plates protecting vital zones while leaving room for the winds to dance across her lithe form. It was light, elegant, and practical... yet hugged her curves in all the right ways. Her [Stormblade] spell didn’t need physical weapons, just mobility, and this outfit gave her plenty.

Nyx, true to her original decision, went with medium armor again. A flexible black ensemble with pink accents, split at the thighs for movement, and reinforced around the vitals with enchanted leather. A shoulder cloak hung off one side, giving her the deadly air of a dark seductress-warrior hybrid.

But it was Aria who surprised them most.

Gone were the mage robes. No flowing sleeves. No fluttering skirts.

In their place was a snug, silver-colored set of light armor. It was form-fitting, minimalist, and functional.

Kaiden raised an eyebrow. "No robes?"

Aria shook her head. "I don’t like it... when you’re in danger."

There was a pause, none quite managing to comprehend her meaning. Thus, the Moon Valkyrie continued, "If something happens to you, I want to be able to shield you with my body."

Before Kaiden could offer a strong case of protest, Aria smiled. "And, honestly, I’m so done with robes. I might be a mage, but I can’t cast properly if I’m worried about tripping over some glorified curtain. This feels a lot better."

The blunt honesty earned a few blinks from Kaiden and an amused whistle from Luna. But Aria didn’t shy away.

She meant every word.

"Well, alright. If mage robes are annoying, then it can’t be helped."