**Spoiler warning ahead for Witcher 3: Blood and Wine DLC**
Anna Henrietta forsake her formal dress, instead preferring the figure-hugging travel clothes. The boiled leather tunic pressed her chest down, making her seem a whole cup size smaller than she was. Every step she took, she felt her pants tighten around her ass. She felt her soldiers’ eyes on her, Knights in resplendent armor leering at her like men gone to a tavern whore. She ignored them and held her head high. Anna kept her hair in a tight bun, rather than letting it fall in her usual golden curls. She wore a light dusting of makeup. They may have been marching through the woods, but she wasn’t about to look like a savage.
Her and her troupe left the road behind several miles back. Old trees rustled overhead, and the golden hour of the evening lit up her Knights. They were impossible to miss, though Anna would have wished they brought something smaller. Her original plan was to bring only two or three, but her advisors insisted on two dozen. She was the Duchess after all and going out in the woods. She couldn’t go alone! They protested her clothes as well, but Anna dismissed them after that topic. She wouldn’t be told how to *dress*.