"Who are you?"

You turn to the demon. He's slightly shorter than you, but only slightly. He's looking at your face, but you still can't help but self-consciously wrap your arms over your nude curves. You try to focus on looking at his ember-like eyes, your words soft.

"Who are you?"

Tercorrin lets out a giggle from his **** shop's counter. "You still haven't figured it out?"

The demon continues looking impassively into your yellow eyes. "Devin," he says.

"Yes, but... What do you do? How are you so... wealthy? How can you command prostration from a king?" you press.

"I'm a merchant," he deadpans.

"But... Your clothes are so shabby, and... Five thousand gold coins? My family would never dream of that amount!"

He shrugs. "I'm just a merchant. C'mon."

He turns to leave. You glance over at Tercorrin, who smiles. "That was exciting! Farewell, Lady Durendal! I hope we shall meet again at the Merchant's Guild someday!"

You can't help but stare after the demon as he leaves.

"C'mon, girl! This should be interesting!" Joyeuse says into your head.

Swallowing hard, you step out of Human Consignments after your new Master, Joyeuse in hand.

As you follow Devin through the halls and stairwells of the Tower Market, bare feet padding on the gray bricks of the floor, you can't help but self-consciously cover your nude body. You were always unusually modest for both a knight and a noble... You weren't even one to wear open-bust clothing even on the fanciest occasions or short skirts or shorts on even the hottest of days. Even swimming, you only ever did it nude when no one was looking, but that was something of a tradition among Selkies. Due to their abilities, they kind of can't swim unless nude.

It also doesn't help that Selkies are naturally buxom. Your mother told you your grandmothers before you spent generations trying to acquire smaller busts, but the Selkie genes are just... pre-disposed towards thick curves and large busts. As much as Princess Sassy was trying to get under your skin with the blubber and sea-cow insults, you can't deny she was right... You always did find your breasts ugly, especially when **** to spend time around nobles and high society. You always felt like they were staring at your bust, no matter how much you tried to cover it with modest dresses or armor...

Now you can't help but hug your breasts tightly, Joyeuse in one hand, as your obscene curves jiggle like slimes with every single step behind your new Master... You can't bear to look if anyone is staring at you as your breasts bulge around your forearms. Your prioritizing covering your breasts because of your complex over them, but your hairless pussy and plush rear are just as bared to the world...