you gotta help me out
She was drunk.
That had to be the only reason she was even doing this. Robes, formerly pulled tighter across her chest as per the request of her king, had fallen looser as the Heliohaptian woman had imbibed her favorite drinks. Her eyes kept sliding towards the entryway to where she knew his lab was. The prude, that asshole magician who kept complaining of her 'indecency'.
"Hmph, whaddoes he know of anythin?" Shula muttered into her cup, gaze uneven. "Bet he ain't even seen a naked woman 'fore."
Those words stuck to her mind, even as she got up in search of more wine. Stumbling along, not really paying attention to where she was going, the swordswoman brooded over the many times her comrade had insisted that she cover up. Too many times, in her eyes. Well, tonight that would change.
Blinking, Shula realized that she was, indeed, right in front of the door she had stared at far too often to be healthy. Now was her chance, she realized, before kicking at the wood in irritation. "Asshole! Open dis... Open dis door! 'Fore I barge in!" Maybe then he'd answer a question she had always wondered in the back of her mind, concerning something she really had no reason to care about.
Or so she told herself.