"What's the matter, backing down?"
"I suggest the Goddess put on her armor, I'm afraid it might get indecent later when the fight breaks out."
Wayne nonchalantly glanced at Galle's chest, the target was too large, within easy grasp, with no chance of missing. To spare Galle from embarrassment, he recommended adding an extra layer to the front armor.
Galle was momentarily stunned by his words, but heeded the advice and retrieved a breastplate from the Sacred Arsenal to put on.
"Add another one."
"What a hassle, I don't even mind, what are you afraid of..."
Galle muttered as she put on a golden battle skirt, covering her waist, prominent hips, and two long beautiful legs.
Everything that needed covering was covered. Galle discontentedly said, "Is that enough, any other requests?"
"That's it."
Wayne nodded lightly, his ghostly figure fading where he stood, suddenly appearing in front of Galle, his fist swinging out from beneath his stomach, heading straight for her face.
