"Thank you. I don\'t really get to practice with them much, but I try squeezing it in as often as possible." Ryanna was still smiling over her weapons, deciding not to mention how they were mostly gifts. Feet finally warm enough, Ryanna grabbed the twig she had propped up next to the fireplace, poking the tip in to light it. She then lit the lamp that was on the table, putting out the flaming twig tip and propping it off to the side again. That twig was there specifically for that purpose, and she didn\'t feel like getting one any time soon, so she had to preserve it.
"I have no clue how noble women can wear these things. They are so tight." She wiggled as she said this, mind switching to getting the thing off. It was constricting, and probably bad for her health, so she really wanted it gone. Ryanna was still undecided on other things. If she went the modest route, would she ever be able to get Freddy near her again? If she went the other way, would they avoid one another after that? There were too many unknowns, but Ryanna had to make her decision quick.
"Can you come help me?"
Ryanna planned on being close to other clothing when the corset came off, no matter what, so she picked up the lantern and motioned for Freddy to follow. It was a room on the right, door close to the fireplace. Ryanna opened the door and went in, leaving the wooden passage cutter offer open. Her room was not all that big, with enough space for a good sized bed, a table, and a chair, walking room around each. There was also a wardrobe for most of her clothing, a chest next to it for the rest. Ryanna had an empty chest at the foot of her bed, for the suit of armor she planned on commissioning for herself when she had enough money.
Placing the lantern on the desk, she set to undoing the laces on the back of her dress, only having to undo the bow at the top and wiggle around a bit to get it loose. She let the dress slip down, catching on her bent elbows, keeping the top of the scooped neck at her waist. The lacing down the back was hanging open though, revealing her tight, extremely short cut undergarment. The corset was out though, with the laces. Ryanna stood by her bed, arms reaching back and squirming to see if she could get it herself. Nope. She couldn\'t even reach the top of the lacing, much less do anything with it.