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Another hot day in Vastime, but Abalia was hardly concerned with it. She was relatively well-acquainted with the smoldering heat of Africa, and so while she continued to wear her typical uniform, rather lacking in any sort of accommodations for said heat, it didn't bother her too terribly. What did
bother her, however, was this rather scantily clad woman she had spotted traveling the streets of the city. Abalia sighed quietly to herself, disapproving entirely of this sort of attire, and began her approach, already pulling her pad of tickets and a pen from her satchel. As she made this approach, she could feel an impressive spiritual pressure from the woman, but that hardly made any difference. Tapping this green-haired offender on the shoulder, Abalia put her hands on her hips and began her usual speech.
"Excuse me, ma'am. I should inform you that your current attire falls well within the scope of indecent exposure, and that as an officer of the law I cannot allow this without penalty."
As this potential miscreant simply bowed and even asked her for help, however, Abalia took a moment before ultimately deciding that a formal arrest would only serve to waste time and resources, particularly considering the minority of the offense. However, the law was the law, and Abalia would not make exceptions simply for ignorance of it. She would, however, take it into consideration.
"I can, indeed, direct you toward such a shop, but I will unfortunately need to place you under a temporary arrest until this matter is handled. You will be fine as you are, and I will not need to handcuff you or any such equivalent, but I will ask that you stay close. I would not wish to call an all-points bulletin for someone I simply lost track of, nor would I wish for another officer to take you in for this offense."
Turning on her heel, the officer of Vastime began leading this new temporary charge of hers toward the nearest boutique she knew of. She hardly did much shopping at this particular place herself, as she infinitely preferred outfits of a much more practical variety, but Abalia was hardly disconnected enough from normal society that she assumed other women wished to dress as she did. It was a bit of a walk, however, and so Abalia opted to engage in a bit of small talk with her arrestee.
"I do apologize, miss, but it completely slipped my mind to ask your name. I am Abalia Sesshouin, faithful servant to the king and officer of the law."