How about a trade?

You think back to what Ingritte told you. How he was an horny old man that didn't like haggling. Maybe haggling wasn't really an option for you, maybe you could try something else.

"How about a trade?" You hurriedly ask Old man Chap. "Oh.. a trade.. depends, what do have you for trade?" He answers.

"What about something you need?" You say in slightly more seductive tone, leaning towards the old man so your tits are more accentuated underneath your tight wrapping and wollen undershirt. You notice how the old man gets red in the face as he tries to evade eye contact. "There might be something" he says inspecting your cloak on the counter. "Well I think my shirt has taken some damage as well" you say as you pull over your head exposing your tightly bandaged breasts. The old man makes a hiccup sound as he's now completely red in his face. "I'll do it" he says "if you help me out" a painful grimace escapes his face.

A smile forms on your face as you've just gotten free repairs on both your cloak and shirt for what? A little hand massage. You walk around the counter into his little workshop area. The Old man is standing on a little wooden stool, so he can reach above the counter. You look at his crotch and instantly know what he meant. His linen pants has been stretched out, a large bulge iS almost ripping the inseams of his trousers. You're taken quite aback by the look of its size.