Libera, now inside the privacy of a hotel room, pulled her dress of over her head and tossed it across a seat. Her underwear followed into the pile and she immediately felt more herself to be out of frustrating binding clothes. (Which was, in Libera's opinion, all clothes. The natural state was nudity and it annoyed her constantly that society demanded she not walk around like that in public.)
"So tired," Libera muttered crawling up the bed and dropping down with her head on the pillow. She had to reach up and yank her ponytail free from its binding, but then at last she was ready to sleep for a few proper hours in a proper bed.