The cold night air sent chills down Aegis's spine.
She clutched Lady Roseheart's shawl tighter, trying to keep her breasts from escaping completely. Every step made them bounce. Every bounce made the fabric slip.
[Man, as much as I love this new body, running around with double Ds swinging sure isn't practical.]
She'd played Queen of Hearts for thousands of hours. Not once did the game mention how annoying large breasts were during emergency sprints.
The administrative wing loomed ahead. Dark windows. Empty corridors. Perfect for an assassination, now that she thought about it.
Her bare feet slapped hurriedly against stone. The shawl fluttered behind her like a cape. A guard rounded the corner, took one look at her barely-covered chest, and walked straight into a pillar.
"Evening!" Aegis called cheerfully, not breaking stride.
She turned left. Then right. The academy was a maze at night. Every hallway looked identical without students filling them.
