Human Assassin

You reach out and touch the human female shape in front of you. Everything flashes white for a second, before dozens of female shapes form in front of you. Everything from slender and petite, to large and muscular bodies swirl around you, and you find yourself scrolling through the options before one appears that calls to you.

She's about 5' 6", with smooth, flawless tanned skin and subtly-defined muscles. Despite her average height, her legs seem to go on forever, from her dainty feet to her round, firm ass. Her breasts are perky D-cups, capped with little pink nipples, with no hint of sag. Her face is incredibly cute, with a small button nose and full lips, framed by shoulder-length brown hair. Her grey eyes are large and expressive. You can't resist reaching out to touch one of those glorious breasts. As your hand comes into contact with it, there's another brief flash of light, followed by a very disorienting rushing sensation.

When your vision returns, you seem shorter, and you glance downwards to find you've become the girl you touched. You raise one of your hands to cup a breast, reveling in the sensation of your hand against your satin-smooth skin. The soft caress of your hand sends little tingles through your body, and you can't help but pinch the little nub of your nipple, gasping as the sensations multiply. Your other hand runs down your toned stomach, encountering your shaved slit, eliciting another gasp before you pull your hands away. You'll have time to explore this body later.

A screen pops up, prompting you to set your stats and skills. It doesn't take long for you to set yourself up with high dexterity and intelligence scores, and modest boosts to strength and charisma.

Looking back up, you discover you're standing in what appears to be a massive shopping mall, filled with aisles upon aisles of medieval-looking weapons and armor, many of which glow with what appears to be magic.

Your first stop is over in the armor and clothing section. You find a small black thong, and slide it on, before browsing through the bras. After several minutes of looking, you can't seem to find one you like. Besides, it's not like your breasts actually need it, with how perky they are, so you skip them and move on to the clothing and armors. You quickly rule out the chainmail and plate armors as too bulky and noisy for an assassin. As you drift through the myriad leather options, items begin to catch your eye.

The first thing is a leather corset, which the game tells you is magically enchanted to resist glancing blows from most weapons. Pulling it on, you find it to be incredibly comfortable, for a corset. The cups are tapered triangles, their tips just barely concealing your nipples and areolae, somehow staying vertical despite their complete lack of supporting straps. The minuscule cups expose the entirety of your impressive cleavage, and the sides of your breasts. The bottom of the corset is just above your belly button. A pair of skin-tight leather pants are next, similarly enchanted to resist glancing blows, with laces up the sides. They ride low on your hips, the top of your thong visible over the top of them. You twist a bit, checking the fit. Surprisingly, the corset manages to contain your nipples through all but the most vigorous twists, your breasts jiggling delightfully beneath the cups before springing free. You tuck them away again, then try a handstand. The agility of this new body surprises you, as you easily flip onto your hands and balance. Glancing towards your feet, you see your nipples have once again escaped the confines of the corset, hanging just above the tops of the cups. A moment later, you handspring back to your feet, landing with the grace of a gymnast, and you giggle slightly as your breasts drop back into place inside the corset.

After that, you find a pair of leather elbow-length gloves with small, matte-black leather plates running up them, and pull them on, followed by a pair of soft leather knee boots, which strangely seem to be lacking soles, with just a thin piece of supple leather on the bottom. You slide them on, and are again surprised at how comfortable they are. Plus, they're whisper-quiet, almost as though you were still barefoot, and you can still feel the ground beneath your feet. As an afterthought, you grab a long, voluminous cloak in case of inclement weather, a low-cut, loose peasant blouse, and a miniskirt and tuck them into a convenient leather backpack you find on a nearby shelf.

Grinning again, you move on to the weapons, where you grab a pair of wrist-mounted retractable punch daggers. Fitting them over your gloves, you find they look like nothing more than decorative bracers, though a mere flick of your wrist extends the blades against the insides of your palms. A pair of more traditional daggers go on your hips, and a small crossbow with attachments for firing grapnel bolts goes across your back, with a quarrel of standard bolts and several rope bolts. A small selection of poisons, from paralysis to several varieties of lethal, go into pouches on a wide leather belt around your hips.

As you make your way to the doors, you grab a small sack of gold, containing 100 gold pieces, and a selection of basic camping gear, and stuff them into your pack. As you consider anything you may have forgotten, you find the mall has gone dark, and you shrug, before stepping out the doors.

As you do, you find yourself in a medieval town, with another popup in front of your face.

"Infiltrate the Baron Tyro's estate and **** him"

"Locate and **** Hildran the Plunderer, a barbarian warlord"

"Locate Shadowwalker, an assassin gone rogue from the Guild"

A small prompt suggests there may be more options on another screen. Below that, another line flashes "Make your own way."