[With the feathers she's barely even naked. Sure, Falin prefers wearing clothes because patches of skin (under bust, stomach, forelimbs) are featherless, but if push came to shove she wouldn't consider herself too exposed.
Falin grabs the offered towel, and steps out of the shower. While a normal woman might have wrapped it across her chest and worn it like a dress, Falin simply begins patting herself down and drying out her feathers. Probably to the dismay of her little White Knight determined to protect whatever honor he perceives her to have. But instead of being a proper lady concerned with such things, she's propping her leg up against a bench and patting dry her feathery inner thigh.]
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Falin grabs the offered towel, and steps out of the shower. While a normal woman might have wrapped it across her chest and worn it like a dress, Falin simply begins patting herself down and drying out her feathers. Probably to the dismay of her little White Knight determined to protect whatever honor he perceives her to have. But instead of being a proper lady concerned with such things, she's propping her leg up against a bench and patting dry her feathery inner thigh.]
Do you know where I'm at?