Chapter 748

• David looked down. The leather skirt had fallen off. So had the breastplate. Whatever magic engulfed him decided they weren't important, apparently, and had replaced them with a thin, red, one-shoulder robe. Silk? It almost looked ancient Roman or Greek, but far more revealing. He could feel the loincloth cradling his balls like he was god damn royalty.
• He had sandals. Sandals! Black gladiator sandals, with straps almost reaching his knee. Holy sweet mother of fucking god he finally had something between his feet and the hard ground. Royalty had nothing on a good pair of shoes, or sandals.
• He had bracelets, too. Black, metal. And a couple black rings.