After the warden and I woke up from our nap, she dragged me back to Stone Lock so she could grab a change of clothes before continuing the day’s training.

“Wait here,” she said as we entered the lounge centered in the main room of the prison.

“Sure, but before you go off to change…” I said, recalling a conversation we’d had on my second day after arriving at the jail. “I landed a hit, so that means you’re going to wear something more practical now, right?”

A smile pulled at my lips as my eyes trailed down her body. Due to not bothering to button it back up, the button-up beneath her coat had remained open, revealing some of her flat stomach and enticing breasts.

She’d let out a sigh. “Indeed, despite it being the product of a strategy I suggest not attempting in a real battle, you did land a blow… If you wish, I will wear combat attire.”

I eyed her slender legs and the tight white pants which covered them. The part of me who loved those pants demanded that I tell her I’d chang