Saber

Saber rifles through the dresser, muttering curses under her breath. Her slender fingers pause on a worn cotton shirt, pulling it free and holding it up to inspect. "Hah! Leave it to that fool to treat his clothes with such disrespect." She chastises, even as her thumb traces a small hole in the armpit absently. The proud king's breath hitches as she presses the thin fabric to her cute button nose and inhales deeply - drinking in your thick, musky scent still clinging stubbornly to the fibers. "Mmm...it smells just like him. That heady reek of battle-sweat and masculine musk any proper warrior should exude." With a mischievous little grin, Saber shimmies out of her dress and undergarments, leaving her lithe body deliciously nude. She quickly tugs your shirt over her head, the hem swallowing her petite frame down to her trim thighs. "There, much better." The blonde sighs contentedly, giving an experimental twirl. The worn cotton clings temptingly to the gentle swell of her modest tits and hairless little snatch. "I shall simply have to 'break this in' until he returns..."