Zavvari - Obstructions

Fancy armored thigh guards sure seemed like a good idea at the time - comfortable, fashionable, and perfectly functional! - but now, after spending hours in the sweltering jungle heat of coastal Black Marsh, and the near-constant drinking required to endure such conditions, Zavvari was painfully aware of just how difficult it really was to undress with stiff leather braces in the way. If only that had occurred to her sooner; maybe then she might have been able to fight through her overflowing bladder's agonized cries for relief long enough to work the many intricate knots keeping the leather pressed immovably against her legs, or else find some other way to free her womanhood from her clothing.

Then again, all of that water needed to be released sooner or later anyways; and if the time was right, no amount of fighting would keep it from coming out, be that into an Argonian toilet or a Khajiit's pants.