[ Sylvain is in the next dressing room over, a pair of tight leather pants now hugging his lower half, but his muscled torso still completely bare, because he hasn't found a top yet that feels comfortable. Or that doesn't have outlandish sayings on it that he'd prefer not to advertise.

They were really found of lewd articles of clothing in this place. Although considering the purpose of this resort, he guesses that is to be expected.

Still, his ears perk up at the sound of 'armor' from the room next door and he turns his head from where he's bent lacing up a pair of boots up his calves... only to come face to face with the view of a rather shapely ass through the hole in the wall.

He coughs loud enough to be heard and politely averts his gaze, even as he bites back a sudden laugh. ]

You might want to give up something for a pair of underthings first. They had some pretty lacy ones out and to the right, if that's any help.