Chapter 79

What stood up to me was the fine cloth tartan kilt fastened with a sleek black belt. As far as I could remember, I don't think the Celts of my world wore kilts or tartans. Here I was dressed in the fine clothes of Abla. A plaid pattern of light green and blue with cuts of black. Over my chest, I wore a tunic with a black cloak over my shoulders with new boots.

It was smart, and fitted well. Too well, and judging by Tulisa's and Umbra's stares I had the former her to thank for the exact measurements. The latter, who just arrived, confirmed before I put on the clothes that they would fit well. I felt my cheeks heat up and I guessed they were now a faint shade of crimson.

At least I didn't squirm under her amorous gaze and I wasn't too obvious looking back at Tulisa's lush body. It was Rebecca's kind hearted chuckle at us that sent me fumbling and stammering with embarrassment. Tulisa too avoided my gaze afterwards.