Drop some coin.

She definitely saw us as the biggest sale she'll have made in awhile. I think she can tell that we can easily afford whatever she sells us, and how often does a guy come in with five girls at the same time? Oh well. She seems nice. That's just business. It's pretty great customer service to be honest. Though now all I can do to occupy myself is stare at lingerie. I suppose with the power of my imagination, it isn't so bad to imagine the others wearing these things.

Something I've never seen? A bunny suit. Would that be like... offensive?

You wait close to half an hour. On occasion, you make out mumbling beyond the shut door, giggling, or sometimes, an embarrassed scream or whimper. It isn't anything out of the ordinary.

"Wait a minute," you say aloud. "I thought just Eva and Amara needed replacements. Is everybody buying something?"

Well, it makes them happy. And what am I complaining about? It'll make me happy too.

Finally, the door cracks open. Ms. Nashiva walks out on her own, and once again, she curtsies. "I've returned, my darling client, and I appreciate you waiting. It seems all your girls want to show themselves off to you one at a time. How lucky. Try to contain yourself. I do very good work. Are you prepared?"

"Always," you say. "Let the show begin."

She smirks. "Gladly." Then after stepping through the doorway, she stands to the side with hands behind her back. "Whoever would like to step out first, feel free. Don't be shy. There's only one man here waiting to see you."

"I'll go, I'll go," comes Niki's voice. She steps into the shop in quite an erotic wardrobe, noticeably due to her lack of a brassiere. She never wears one. In the past, she always just covered them with a tight brown strap beneath a breastplate, and now it's only the latter--cushioned softly inside of course. So she stands before you, facing away, with her arms covering her breasts, knowing full well your eyes will be drawn down her bare back to at toned ass squeezed by a pair of beautiful lace panties.

They wedge tight between her cheeks. The material that you can see, however, is lovely, with subtle stitchings of flames between roses, and upon closer inspection, some of the material is a very deep shade of red. It covers where needed, albeit barely, which you see as she turns to showcase the front. Her body is incredible. While each girl could be described the same, Niki has the fit body of an athlete, giving her a firm stomach and pronounced glutes. Her tits can barely be held behind her arms, and you can see glimpses of the tattoos the mark around her nipples.

"... I know I didn't need any, but I don't know. I couldn't resist. Are they weird?" Niki asks quietly. She looks to you with a blushing, vulnerable stare, waiting nervously for an answer.

"You look exceptional in that, Niki," you reply. "Gorgeous. I can't look away."

She smiles. "You'll have to eventually, or nobody else will get a turn." Though usually a steel-willed warrior, Niki's training never did prepare her for such intimate moments. She looks away bashfully, and then retreats to the back with the others.

Ms. Nashiva grins. "Sunhearts do it best," she says. "Her physique is something else though. Much better than mine ever was. I'm envious."

Next comes Amara.

Her lingerie is white--sweet and innocent, yet no less erotic. It consists of a one piece garment of lace, decorated by patterns of flowers and vines between. Its purely monochrome, down to the matching thigh-high stockings, though in that is a vibrant purity that matches her usual style, and also goes together perfectly with the choker she still wears.

As she turns, she brings her hands up through her long, blonde hair, finding the means to pose quite accurately to a model at a photo-shoot, which isn't something you realized Amara knew how to do. She extends her hands high above her head, and allows you to view down her backside to long, slender legs, squeezed by the delicate fabric that conceals yet exposes her skin down to dainty feet. After she faces you a second time, you can see she's blushing faintly. "Kyle," she whispers. "I know it is rather simple, but it is so soft, and--"

"I can see what you see, Amara," you say. "I know why you picked this pair. You don't have to explain. On you, it's the most stunning thing you could wear. Thank you for showing it to me."

She stares back flushed for a moment before clapping her hands to her cheeks. She smiles wide. "I am glad we came here."

"But wait. Is that going to be what you wear under your dress to replace your panties?"

"... No. I picked out a normal pair for that. This one was just for fun." Then with a smirk, she scampers into the backroom.

Eva takes her place.

Alike the first, she wears no bra. She needs the entirety of both hands to contain her otherwise unclothed bust. Below, however, your eyes are drawn immediately, and that's a difficult task given her distracting tits. The panties she wears are as finely crafted as the others you've seen, though this pair is pale blue, but what steals your attention is the glisten. They're covered in tiny sparkles. Around the waistband, it's more prominent, where you can see a sequence of what look like jewels, as if she's wearing a queen's crown around her hips.

She turns to show her rear. Her cottonball tail looks even more adorable with skimpy lingerie beneath it. She lowers her hands, much to your surprise, and slips them beneath the tight fabric. She gives the panties a tug before snapping them into place. She may be turned away, but she isn't doing a very good job at concealing herself. You can see a glimpse of her nipple by the side profile of her breasts.

"It certainly makes it easier when they don't want to wear a bra to begin with," says the shopkeep. "Though in a way it's less fun. Both of your bustiest girls, and I didn't get to wrap any of those boobies up."

Eva brings an arm up to press against her chest--the bare minimum of coverage. "I just don't like the feeling," she says. Still facing away, she brings an eye back to you. Even without Kitty Sense, you'd be able to feel her nerves from here. "Well?" she asks. "Is it as good as the others so far?"

"Eva." You look her straight in the eyes. Then slowly, you step up closer and stop beside her. You lean in close to the top of her head and whisper straight into one of her long, fluffy ears. "Let's just say that if the shopkeep wasn't here right now, the others would have to wait a long time to get their turn."

Her lips part. You can hear an audible gasp as her lungs fill with air. Her face turns a vibrant shade of red, but you only see it for a moment before she runs through the back door and disappears.

Speaking of Kitty Sense, that was a powerful rush of happiness just now.

With a giggle, the shopkeep waves her hand towards you dismissively. "Back now. Watch but don't touch. That part comes later."

Xiaoqing enters the main room next. She's come far. Though she does still cover up quite a bit with her baggy coat and hat, she isn't nearly as afraid to be more exposed as when you first met.

That being said, this is a step beyond that. She's barely clothed at all now, and technically in a public space. It takes some courage to step out at all, and she's hesitate to move too much now that she's on display. Her lingerie is a gown--cyan, almost entirely see-through, and decorated with tiny snowflakes all throughout the lace. Perfect. Similar to what Amara can conjure, it does little to conceal the shape of her body inside, especially with the right lighting, and right now, you can see almost everything.

Actually, you see more than you expect. As the fabric sways to her nervous movements, you get the occasional glimpse of her pussy, not at all covered behind the curtain of lace. She slides a hand down one of the shoulder straps, and at last, works up the courage to rotate, awkwardly showing off every inch of her erotic underwear.

Well, it isn't really something she'd be wearing under anything, but that isn't the point.

"I hope it isn't too silly," she says. "You know, to have anything I wear be all ice-themed. But I really like doing it. You know, it makes me feel like a... magical girl, or something like that."

"Xiaoqing, you're stunning."

She ponders for a moment. Then she smiles timidly while her fingers trail down over the delicate material. "If only I had this last night," she whispers.

The shopkeeper's eyebrows raise.

Upon remembering the two of you aren't alone, Xiaoqing looks to the women, and then back to you with a racing heart. "W-Well I think that's enough. Thank you." Then after hustling through the door, you can hear her mutter, "Why did I say thank you like that? It wasn't a job interview..."

Then at last, Snow emerges. Though she normally lurks in the shadows and prefers to watch, she does enjoy being the center of attention if that attention is yours.

If the others were skimpy, this one is almost nonexistent, at least in terms of the bottom, and she must know that, as she turns around straight away with hands up above her head in a striking pose. You can sense her nerves, but she's doing incredible. Her black panties can barely be seen between the tight cheeks of her ass. The garterbelt is more visible, with straps down to thigh-highs, and above all she wears a bra that looks to small for her size. Though with the shopkeeper's talents, surely it's just as comfy, as the appearance is a strategy--the wrong size, only in pretend.

When she turns forward, you're surprised you can't see either of her nipples nor her pussy given how little it covers her skin, though that's definitely the intention.

"Good lord," you mutter.

Her ears twitch. "... It's good?" she asks. Her tail wags back and forth as she awaits your response.

"If I had our YiivCam, and I got a pic just a moment ago, we'd make more from selling that than an entire hoard of dwarven artifacts and jewels."

Snow puts her hands together and formally bows. "I'm glad it's to your liking, Kyle. Since you're paying for it, I'll wear it anytime you'd like. All you need to do is ask."

"Hmm. Even on a mission?"

Her face lights up red. "Th-That isn't what I--"

"Sorry, sorry. Just teasing." You smile warmly. "Thanks for a view that'll live in my memory forever."

"You flatter me." After a subtle lip bite, she steps back into the room with the rest.

The shopkeep then slides a piece of paper across the counter.

You walk your way over, pick it up, and look it over with widened eyes. "Holy moly."

"The bill," she says, though you can already tell. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you."

"Can't help but notice there are quite a few pairs on here I didn't even see."

"They insisted, not me."

"Why are a couple of them far more expensive than the rest?"

"Oh. Those are enchanted."

"Who amongst them picked out specifically magical underwear?"

She put a finger to her lips. "I'm not allowed to disclose that information."

"Interesting that it doesn't even say what they do on here."

"Well, the girls know, and they're the ones buying them, right?"

I'm the one buying them.

Between the stiffness in your trousers and the warmth in your heart, you see no reason to complain. You have the money, and it's a very worthwhile investment. While the girls change back to their normal clothing, you count the coin out and conclude your business deal with Delicate Touch.

Just then, your FONE vibrates in your pocket.