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The ringing of the bell announced their entrance into the tiny shop. A room barely broader than the front window and only five metres deep was currently unoccupied. There were three chairs cramped around a tiny table, a counter, a door to the backroom, and minimalistic displays of various different kinds of cloth, with pictures of dresses made from that cloth.
They had been in there for five seconds when Nathalia asked, loud enough to be heard in the backroom, “Do I have to waste my time waiting?”
John heard a tiny sigh from the backroom, followed by something being placed down and quick steps. The owner of the shop stuck his head out. What was at first the kind of friendly face that people put on for customers immediately dropped when he saw who exactly had just entered his shop. “I-i…” he stammered and rushed into the room. “…I am terribly sorry! Welcome to Darling’s Daring Drapes, I am John Darling.”
“Going to be awkward talking to you,” Metra said with a chuckle. “Because I’m not calling you Darling and saying John will get confusing.”
“Y-you may refer to me by whatever other name you wish, Miss Metra. Of course, the same goes for you two!” He repeatedly bowed his head in what may have initially been a gesture of service but had now manifested as a showcase of pure nervousness.
Nathalia grabbed him by the shoulder, forcing him to stop. “Do you aim to waste my time, mortal?”
Before the man could start stammering again, John intervened, “Don’t make this one faint too, Nat.” He gently tapped her hand and the dragoness released her grip. This was the eighth shop they had visited today and so far they had nothing to show for it. Either the designs had been too dull for the dragoness’ liking, not crafted at a high enough level, or she had intimidated them to the point of collapse. John had left enough Tokens on the counter to reimburse them for their time in every instance. “We’ll call you Tailor, does that work for you?”
“Anything works!” he assured in a high-pitched voice.
“Fantastic. Tailor, I demand to be clothed in the finest designs you have to offer. They should be enticing, erotic, and suitable for public events.”
“Not necessarily at the same time,” John assured.
The Tailor took a deep breath and nodded. “T-to be quite clear, I specialize in the kind of clothes that are best for the bedroom or… very open-minded gatherings,” he responded and swallowed audibly. “I-if you wish, I can show you some of my d-decent designs, but you may want to look for those elsewhere.”
“You really should just have a bit of patience until Lorelei gets her workshop situation sorted out, when it comes to dresses,” Metra commented.
“Might be our best option,” John agreed.
Nathalia made a tossing gesture. “Then discard the public events and show me seductive clothes worthy of my curves you have on offer.”
“C-certainly. I do have some test pieces enchanted to be form-fitting; I will fetch them at once!” The Tailor ran into the back. After a few seconds, John heard the cluttering of someone hitting their foot on a hastily left behind box and a curse. Nothing unusual after that.
“Why do you insist we keep visiting these tiny stores?” Nathalia asked, as she strutted towards one of the simple wooden chairs in the corner. “Their owners are terribly ill-equipped for the privilege of serving me.”
“Maybe, but most of the larger stores just sell you stuff off the rack,” John told her. “With your measurements, we need something tailored.”
“Tall and titanically endowed is not a frequent body type,” Metra agreed. “You either need resizing enchantments on everything or it needs to be made for you.”
“Plus, the larger the store, the broader the clientele, the more generic the selection,” John continued his explanation. “We either get lucky in the medium or large stores and they have a tailor in house or we get a tailor here. This or that way, we need someone who works directly on your clothes.”
Nathalia judgingly glanced around the place. “Your words are true, yet this tiny store is beneath my standards.”
“The size of a store says nothing about the skill of the individual running it, only about how much money they have.”
“People that are high in skill are high in earnings,” Nathalia pushed back immediately. 𝓃ℴ𝓋𝓹𝓊𝓫.𝒸𝓸𝓂
Metra stretched in a way that, had her breasts been any larger, they would have caused her skimpy top to ride up. “You hang out with Scarlett too much.”
“It’s obviously true. If they are good at their job, we pay them more.”
“For small businesses like this, it’s often a matter of being discovered first,” John told her. “Let’s give the place a chance.”
Nathalia blew a little bit of fire out of her nostrils and waited impatiently. Hurriedly, the Tailor returned with his arms full of outfit. “T-they may have gotten a little bit wrinkled but-“
“Quiet. Put them on the counter,” Nathalia ordered.
Clothes were dumped on wood and the dragoness strutted over, randomly grabbing garbs from the pile. “I-if anything interests you, there’s a changing room in the back…”
The poor man trailed off as Nathalia’s scales, without further context, retreated under her skin. Given that he dealt in designing erotic garments, he must have dealt with a lot of revealed skin on a regular basis. None of that could have prepared him for a literal naked goddess standing in front of him, tall and built enough to look like she could have lifted the scrawny tailor with one hand even under mundane circumstances.
He stared. Then he became aware that he was staring, took a large step back, glanced over to John, and breathed a little easier when he saw that the Gamer was giving a reassuring smile. Possessive as John could be, he would not throw an immediate fit because someone ogled Nathalia when she stripped down in front of them. There was just about nothing a man (and most women) could do to prevent their eyes from staring at this volcanic eruption level of hotness.
While she put on the first of the outfits, John closed the blinds and turned the ‘Open for Business’ sign to ‘Closed’. Not like anyone else could have fit into the room anyway. The Tailor reacted appropriately, turning on the lights. Then, attention returned to Nathalia.
The outfit she was wearing most certainly deserved the title of daring. A pair of hot pants joined a tiny top. Both were of a deep red colour, rimmed by goldish brown embroidery. Even with the resizing enchantments, the top did not even attempt to contain her overabundant breasts. The cleavage was a torturous display of tits, squished together for maximum emphasis on size. Additionally, there was an underboob window that was perfectly positioned for something phallic to be thrust between the light brown melons.
“I’m deeply sorry if it does not sit quite correctly,” the Tailor apologized, unprompted, while Nathalia inspected herself in a nearby mirror. “The resizing enchantments can only do so much. Something tailored for you specifically will fit much better.”
“Is that so?” Nathalia hummed, her tone bordering on pleased. “I approve of this. Start a list.”
“Y-yes!” Excited, the Tailor fetched a notepad. Meanwhile, Nathalia went into the next outfit.
A baby blue one piece dress, the kind that stopped shortly below the crotch and definitely would allow her breasts to pop out if she ever took a step with too much enthusiasm.
Satin laid around the back of her neck covered her breasts in strips, effectively a vertical mirror of the V-shape her scales were usually in. The strands were secured to a skirt that was decoratively torn, revealing almost as much leg as the outfits John gave his personal maids. The display of side boob was phenomenal.
Simple and effective, the micro bikini barely even covered Nathalia’s nipples and crotch. Because it was worth next to nothing in terms of clothing, tearing it off was all the more enticing.
Covering the most so far, a combination of a black shirt and a corset solved the issue of properly sized clothing hiding her figure. Inspired, an adjusted shirt was quickly provided, which had that same underboob window and a cut-out in the corset to show the Lover’s Will mark. The pants were incredibly short jeans.
Unnecessarily intricate strands formed what amounted to a bra and a thong, connected by a network of purely decorative elements. With iron rings scattered throughout, it reminded of Eliana’s outfit.
An outright translucent dress, interwoven with gold and silver embroidery, covered Nathalia as a shroud of silk. Underneath were garter-belt and stocking. A black bra hugged her massive tits.
Those were just a few of the incredibly erotic outfits that Nathalia decided to acquire. Most of them were not fit for even semi-public use. That was entirely fine with John, even if he only saw a few of these a year. It would be an interesting addition to the sexual palette.
“I want to place a private order,” Nathalia announced and gave John a stare that made clear he was supposed to leave.
The Gamer quietly nodded. Drooling after Nathalia in her many outfits for the past hour had left him near thoughtless. Had this not been a semi-public setting, he would have already been balls-deep inside Metra. “Want to find a quiet corner to use me?” the willing sex slave suggested the moment they were outside.
“I love the way you phrase that.” John could not resist and gave her butt a resounding smack. The hand stayed and aggressively squeezed. Palm filled with firm, bouncy flesh, John’s horny state was only worsened. Metra reacted to the impact by straightening up and biting her lower lip. It was physically impossible she wasn’t excited herself after seeing Nathalia go through several dozen outfits.
Before either of them could get unwise enough to start something in broad daylight, Nathalia stepped out. Covered by her scales, she demanded John’s hand with a direct gesture. Had it not been for his pride, he would have started begging at this point. He needed to do something after all of this. “Do we need to buy something else?” he asked instead. “Leave the dresses to Lorelei, what could you need beyond that?”
“Lingerie,” Nathalia stated. “And some average streetwear.” She bowed down to him. “This is not easy for me either, my mate. I will milk you dry before the night comes.”
“And then he goes to make the night cum,” Metra joked, causing the other two to roll their eyes. “See, bad jokes are the ulti-aaahmmmmmmteee-“ Her words were entirely derailed when John covertly pressed two fingers against the outside of her crotch. Without care, she moaned out loud. A little more, and her wetness would have reflected in her hotpants.
“Be quiet,” John ordered. Several passing people had already turned their heads. With his reputation, there was no doubt that they guessed immediately what had happened. “Let’s just go buy clothes before I go insane.”
It was a good distraction – except for the parts where he watched her change. It was a mercy that they found a store for streetwear first. Nathalia got herself a bunch of clothes, typically casually elegant. However inoffensive her choice was when she first made it, it always ended up looking stunning. With a body like hers, even a sweater turned into a weapon of mass distraction.
When they went lingerie shopping afterwards, John was near the breaking point. He absolutely could and would have pumped a couple of loads into Metra in a toilet or a changing room, if it hadn’t become a point of principle to hold out until Nathalia was done. For once, it was a blessing that he couldn’t masturbate. Knowing that it wouldn’t amount to anything made it easier to keep his hands off his dick. The exhibitionist accompanying them did not have that benefit and only remained disciplined because her Master demanded it.
Which made it worse for John because seeing the toned, blonde warrior woman all submissive certainly got him going.
After everything had been put in order, Nathalia demanded they swing by Darling’s Daring Drapes again. Obviously, not all that had been ordered had been finished. A single package changed hands and Nathalia carried it on their way home.
“You may use Metra while I change,” Nathalia allowed, once they were back in the apartment.
Then she shut herself into the bedroom.
