Strax was standing with his arms crossed, leaning against a pillar, watching Daniela closely as she approached, now fully dressed.
She had returned from the mansion, where she had changed quickly, and her attire now made it clear she was ready for combat. She wore a long-sleeve black top, made of tight fabric that subtly shaped her curves and allowed freedom of movement.
The top was almost like a second skin, with subtle silver details along the seams that glimmered faintly when the light hit. Her training pants, also black, were tight-fitting but durable, perfect for quick movements and fighting. She wore mid-calf leather combat boots, sturdy and practical, ideal for the terrain they were on. Around her neck, she wore a simple black choker that accentuated her imposing posture.
She somehow looked like an amazon, but her expression, as always, was one of mischief, a playful smile on her face...