Emmaline and Liv go shopping!

“How the fuck did I wind up with you?” Liv snarled, but her feet kept carrying her forward. Her’s was something of a soldier’s march, long, economic footsteps that carried her toward her destination, whatever it may be. Emmaline, on the other hand...

“Because secretly, deep down inside, beneath aaaalll that pouting and whining, you really do love me,” Emmaline whirled around to offer her a big, bright smile. Liv could have puked.

As she led Liv along the sands, Emmaline didn’t really walk as much as she danced. Livs feet moved in a straight line, like a rail track. Emmaline’s feet flew about in every direction, moving in circles, stepping over one another, or just skipping off the ground all together. It was a small miracle that she didn’t go sprawling onto her face every three feet.

Or maybe a small curse. Liv would have liked to see the obnoxious girl eat a face full of sand.

“See something you like?” Emmaline teased, and Liv’s eyes were pulled up her long legs, over her gorgeous, practically naked body to her smirking face. The acrobat had abruptly stopped in a half pirouette, and Liv tried… and failed to stop herself from running right into her.

“Boop.” Emmaline’s face was just an inch from her own, still wearing that obnoxious smirk.

Liv scampered back.

“You wish.” Liv muttered.

“Maybe I do.”

While Liv’s outfit had survived the impact just fine, Emmaline’s had not. Which… there was no surprise there. The ridiculous, slutty thing was all but designed to fall off of her. It was such a stupid whore costume that Liv was surprised it even had ties at all. Why not skip the wasted effort and just wear pasties?

Just the tiny jostle of their bodies together had been enough to knock the tie free of Emmalines shoulder, so that one side fell away, allowing her full breast to pop free. Of course, the other side didn’t have enough support left with one half actively dragging it down, so Liv was left to watch in repulsed horror as that side slowly tugged down as well, inch by inch revealing more and more of Emmaline’s bare breast until that fell away as well. Emmaline was left with nothing covering her busty tits, and utterly topless other than a thin little black string wrapped around her ribcage like a streamer on a flagpole.

Liv’s gaze drifted back up and her frown met Emmaline’s smirk. After a moment, Emmaline glanced down, feigning surprise at her sudden toplessness with a small “Oh!” She grabbed the string of it, twisted it in her fingers, and then very deliberately did nothing to fix it before letting it drop back down.

Liv sighed, turning away from Emmaline and the gawking men around them to look over at the assorted merchant tents.

Where they were at now, on the northern edge of the beach, was something of a traveling Bazaar. Or, at least, it looked like one. Tents and tables were filled with goods, while merchants from all across the Amnistlants hawked their wares to passing tourists. Which right now, also included Emmaline and Liv.

“I hate places like this,” Liv muttered. “Too many people looking to take you for a ride.” Then when she turned to see Emmaline’s raised eyebrow and suggestive smirk, she added “I mean scam you.”

“That’s true,” Emmaline said. “Probably better to just scam them first, then, huh?”

“Mmm,” Liv agreed. It was a pain when Emmaline actually said something worthwhile. At least she had finally fixed her top--they had been starting to draw a crowd. Not that it really helped all that much.

“You here for something in particular or…?” Liv said.

“I was thinking we could just wander around,” Emmaline answered. Her eyes flickered around the crowded bazaar, taking in the faces of strangers just as much as the goods on display. “You know, like a fun shopping trip! See what’s for sale, get them to sell it for less. Maybe even find something really interesting among all of the other junk.”

“And let everyone and their mother try to scam us for everything we own,” Liv added.

“Not if we scam them first,” Emmaline repeated herself in a teasing singsong.

“Right,” Liv said. She found herself shifting on her feet and stopped herself, standing firm with her feet parallel and her chest held high. “I’m not much of a shopper.”

“Maybe,” Emmaline turned to her, leaning in slightly. “...they’ll have some new gun polish or a bunch of weird bullets for you to jill off to.”

“Fuck you,” Liv said, but Emmaline was already leading the way through the crowds. And while it wasn’t like Liv couldn’t have just let her run off on her own… she still followed along.