Within the Hedge a figure is doubled over, its front hidden in shadow cast by the flame behind it. Black arms reflect no light as they smooth down black legs, ensuring no wrinkles in its form. The figure rises from where it had been sitting, back to the forge. The figure is completely black from its toe less feet up to the top of the neck. After that point? Blue skin with white hair.


"Ugh, tight. The baby powder totally worth," Circe leans forward to look behind herself, "Wow I expected form fitting but damn."


The material was expensive, a silicon rubber polymer, but looking at herself Circe decided that if all else failed it was sexy. Style of the suit is not in question but durablity. Sure she could wear this under lots of stuff but if it didn't protect her skin she'd be better off learning that body warping contract. Or going without, whichever.


Circe walks over to the forge to get the final test piece. Picking up an object she whimpers a little, "Guh, okay silk back that zipper, chaffing down there be very bad," and tries to adjust the front of her skin suit with her free hand. With the other Circe moves the knife to the back of her left arm. Then quickly slides it across the surface of the suit.


And hey no blood. The suit is clearly cut but not through. So it would provide some protection, "Woot win fer Summer! Great test, uuuuh," then she face palms, "Un fottuto idiota avrebbe potuto testare la gomma quando non la indossavo. No no no, avrei comunque dovuto fare questo test ma questo avrebbe dovuto essere l'ultimo test stupido."


Sighing the Fairest puts away the knife. Then finds out another problem after unzipping it. Tight, form fitting, protective skin suit may be sexy but it is a pain to get off. Circe was certain she popped her back getting the sleeves off. She'd remember this for the next step in making her mundy battle suit.