Artoria Pendragon Lancer {Alter}

Shuffle, shuffle..

Quietly, Artoria shuffled through her closet, looking for something to wear. She couldn’t find anything to wear.. at least, not anything casual. All of her clothes were made for parties, work meetings, etc etc. She had never really seen the need for something casual because she never got days off.. but now, here she was, with a 2 week leave. For fuck sakes — she hated it. She hated not having anything to do. For some reason, whenever she didn’t have anything going on, she became so.. different. Oh well. With a defeated sigh, Artoria flopped back onto her back, her breasts jiggling wildly as she did so. Right now, all she was wearing was a basic undershirt with a pair of short-shorts. It was comfortable, sure, but far too explicit for her tastes.